Today was a day for washing clothes and shopping, but I also found time to draft a sermon for next Sunday. Jobs done, I walked out wiht my camera, first up the Barranco Saldonar after which our urbanizacion is named. It must only very occasionally flow with water. It has containment walls on either side shielding the adjacent properties, and runs to a dead end in a huge bamboo thicket and an old fence. Work has been started on clearance, but for what purpose is unclear. Unlike the other barrancos on the Costa Norte, this one has no through road, metalled or otherwise connecting it to the N340, perhaps because there is a privately owned property beyond and no right of way.
It wasn't very interesting or photogenic, so I continued walking down to the port in time to watch the day's fishing catch being landed. It was fascinating to see a variety of people, mostly elderly, friends or relatives of the trawler crews, passing through the safety barriers with little plastic buckets.
These were handed to someone on a boat to be doled out with a kilo of sardinas or boquerones, caught up in the trawl nets with larger saleable fish that were being boxed up for auction in the market hall. One man was fabvoured with three small merluza (hake), a good meal for someone.
The sun was getting close to the horizon, so I walked out on the harbour wall and took some sunset photos and enjoyed the golden warmth of a mild evening before returning for supper. A pleasant afternoon, all in all. Dozens of trawlers and smaller boats are berthed at Vinaros and land their catch there. On occasions at night or early morning I have noticed the distant background rumble of engine noise, and at first thought it was lorries up on the N340. Now, it occurs to me they are more likely to be the fishing fleet 10-15 kilometres off-shore.
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