Ahoy there, we have arrived safely in Nazare - a place where you can wander round a maze of backstreets without ever tiring. Again an enormous golden sandy beach the northern end of which was covered in brightly striped changing huts. A funicular takes you up to the old town at the cliff top where the fishermen used to live safe from the attack of pirates in times gone by.

Old women line the beach selling fish that they have laid flat on wire racks, been landed on by a million flies and wasps and are then dried and stinking enough to eat like a lolly. Neither of us tried one of those.

The local costume is a short skirt worn mostly by the older women under which they wear seven petticoats. Tradition says that’s one for each day of the week. We didn’t count them to verify that story.

Here we said goodbye to three other boats with whom we have become quite friendly and headed to Peniche for one night. For some reason my travel sickness reared its ugly head on these last two trips so I was not looking forward to the next trip to Cascais.

Hope you are keeping up with us on the map!

Philippa and Dave