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Marina Smir to Ceuta We wake to a foggy morning and relocate to the berth by the marina office to settle up when they open at 10am BST. The visibility is improving as we motored out of Smir at 10.25 and set our course north to Punta Almina. Variable light wind. Again off Almina point we meet an uncomfortable popple and alter course to go outside the worst of it. It's a short hop from the point round to the entrance to Ceuta marina, where we moor bows-to alongside a sleek yacht with a Norwich terrier on board, and a songbird singing in its cage slung under the boom. |
| Ceuta is a Spanish enclave in north Africa, much like Gibraltar is a British enclave in Spain. It's on a promontory connected to the mainland by a narrow isthmus. The marina staff were not very friendly, and it has the reputation of being very full in the height of the season. There's apparently a good anchorage in the bay on the south side of the isthmus, around Punta Almina to the south of the town. The marina is busy with ARC competitors, preparing to join the rest of the fleet in Gran Canaria. A couple of yachts have small children on board. One skipper said the worst weather he'd ever seen was coming down-Channel in July. There's a good market at the entrance to the marina. It's a longish walk to the showers. | ![]() |
![]() Approaching Tarifa
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![]() Leaving Tarifa behind
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| We spend Sunday pottering about and seeing the sights of Chipiona. It's a damp kind of day. The marina expansion we saw in the summer is now finished, and the pontoons are already full of small craft. The landscaping is done too, making the place much more attractive. Brian and Marion visit a bodega and come back with a welcome bottle of manzanilla for the ship's stores. There's great excitement onboard that evening as we listen to the rugby semi-final when against all expectations, England beat France. YES! | ![]() |
