We were very pleased with ourselves for finding a spot out of the swell for the night, just outside the Garrucha marina. The marina's basically a fishing harbour and there was no room for us anyway. It's also a commercial harbour where they load what we think was limestone. Anyway, with the huge breakwater that comes out around the harbour we were able to tuck into a good little spot just at the mouth of the marina but in towards the beach. Had a fantastic night's sleep and all was well til 6.30am. Well, we've been in fishing harbours before when a few fishing boats head out....no...there were 15 of these boats, all leaving the harbour at speed. We had wake coming at us from all angles...cupboard doors and drawers were flying open and things were falling off benches. It didn't last too long and now we were wide awake fortunately because when Ray stuck his head out the door soon after he nearly had a coronary. A huge cargo vessel was being toed in by a couple of tugs and we'd swung right into the centre of the channel. So, we started our motors and Ray moved us stern to the beach out of the way while this huge thing docked on the commercial dock opposite us. By 8am it was all quiet again but Ray had dragged the anchor a bit too close to the beach now so we pulled it up and headed off....felt like I'd been awake for hours. At about 10.30 we stopped in at Puerto Pescaro de Carbonares (fishing port) to pick up some fuel and bread and walk Milo and then headed off again. 7.30pm tonight we dropped the anchor just around the point at Cabo de Gata out the front of a little beach and a settlement of about 5 houses...all modern designs. We all went ashore to give Milo a last run for the night and even in the fading light you could still see the bottom the water was so clear.