"Goose-winged" sail to Bayone

Or "Baione" as it's written at the marina we are shanghaied into. Directed by red-shirted staff to a rolly place on the outside of the farthest pontoon, with the wind hard against us.

But before we get that far, sailing into the bay, we get a distant look at red-tiled roofs nestled in green hills, a sort of enlarged Flekkefjord! Closer up we see a castle and surrounding fortress wall, flags flying from turrets. Starboard: sandy beaches, and a typical Spanish facade of glass verandas along the waterfront. Though partially rebuilt with some pretty boring 60's tourist hotels . Behind the waterfront facade there are lots of cozy, narrow, café-lined lanes. A mini-La Coruña! We try Jaquesvi, (Jamon+queso+vino, that is: ham+cheese+wine) But we prefer fish. Grilled fish for two, por favor.

Wandering around the cobbled lanes we follow the sound of pipes and drums. And in a narrow, little pub, crowded round a little table piled with instruments and red wine, there are 6 or 7 musicians jamming with Gaelic bagpipes, drums, tambourines, shells played like spoons, flutes. Song and dance. A woman with a big mop of black curls is on the big drum, but later they squeeze the guests, creating a 3 meter dance floor and our drummer and one of the pipe-players do some traditional dancing. And all with loads of enthusiasm and laughter. Fabulous musicians and great fun.

Returning along the dark stone lanes we catch the sound of a piano. Someone practicing behind one of the open doors of a glass-veranda? Following our ears again we round a corner and more or less fall into a large Plaza. Filled with folding chairs and their occupants. A bright canvas-roofed stage in front has two (2!) grand pianos and four hands playing as we stumble into the crowd. Midnight, and standing-room only! We catch the last piece, and two extras, both jazzy.
A lot of music to digest back in "Babette", rocking and rolling in the choppy waters outside the pontoons.

The wind increasing.