Monday 2nd October. Corme. 3 miles from Laxe.

Change of wind direction, change of shelter.

Nomad against the harbour wall. Not sure about this when the wind picks up but an outgoing fisherman gesticulated for me to take it, it would have seemed rude not to. I'd rather have anchored

In Laxe. The Swedish boat ahead of me dragged it's anchor while he was ashore and ended up bumping alongside the little local fishing boat. Time for Brendan to take action and save the day with strategically placed fenders. His boat was wide open and his drugs laid out on the table. But I didnt take any.