Continuous wind and rain meant we didn’t want to leave Avalon. Struggling with flaky internet I managed to do the wage run (phew!), and pay a few bills. Kevin pottered around doing a few jobs, and watched fellow boat owners scuttle back and forth to the shore when the weather occasionally abated.

One yacht moved to our buoy like ours (we presume because they’re safer in this weather). Their technique was to take a dinghy out to tie a fender to it, so they could use it as a pick up. Not a pleasant exercise in these conditions. Need to let them know about our contraption!

The French yacht who headed into Baltimore with us is also on a mooring buoy here. Seems strange to be spending time with other yachts, but only communicating by waves rather than talking as no one wants to venture out unnecessarily.

Towards evening the wind died a little, and we headed for shore.

Some guys had come from the city to swim. The water is quite warm, but we weren’t tempted.

Instead we opted to walk into the village to stock up with food in The Spar, and Guinness in the Blue Loo Bar. The name conjured up toilet cleaner for us, but apparently it’s named after the nearby Blue Pool.

A great pub, where we were immediately greeted by the locals sitting at the bar.

How’s this for a driveway?

By the time we returned to the dinghy it had started to pour with rain again.

I hadn’t accounted for the tide still coming in, and our painter was underwater when we returned. Kevin had to fish around to find the ring to untie it.

To be frank we couldn’t get much wetter if we’d been fully immersed.

Nearby swans with their cygnets were not happy, and hissed their disapproval.

An evening listening to an audiobook with a glass of wine / whiskey.