My passage as skipper is uneventful, though for a second day, listless winds leave us motoring, with the main sail up only up for stability. As we English seafarers like to say: "If it were blowing any less, it would be sucking". And as we English seafarers like to do, we drink mug upon mug of builder´s tea.
Avilés´ centre of town is quite pleasant, despite plumes of thick white smoke regularly mushrooming up from its nearby industrial surroundings.
A banner indicates we´ve just missed the Eighteenth Annual Avile Beer Festival. What a shame.
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