As explained yesterday, though we should be in port at La Coruña and visiting Santiago de Compostela, we are in fact running for home to try and beat the incoming Atlantic storm. This is expected to cause serious weather in the Western Approaches and P&O have decided that safety is their primary concern and we aim to arrive in Southampton ahead of the worst of the weather.
Overnight, we sailed north, passed the north westerner of Spain, and entered the Bay of Biscay. The sea was a little lumpy, but not uncomfortable.
We met up with Jane and Trevor over breakfast. As usual, we sat and chatted and were among the last to leave the restaurant. After a quick comfort break, we headed for the Arena Theatre where Linda Sage was giving the third of her talks. This one was “Life in Prison,” discussing what it is really like inside the prisons, rather than what is portrayed in the media and on TV dramas. Obviously, we may have more of an insight than most, having heard stories from Pete and Zoe about what goes on, but it was still a very interesting talk. The theatre was full, so it had stimulated a great deal of interest.
I went straight back to our suite and sat down with my Kindle; Diane had stopped at the shops as there was a clearance sale today. She wasn’t far behind me, not having found anything of interest. As the morning wore on, I moved back off the balcony and decided to start packing my “washing”. I allow this to accumulate in a large drawstring bag during a trip, then sort it all out before going home. That’s now done (with the exception of clothes for today, tomorrow, and overnight). The main packing will be done tomorrow.
There is a pizzeria on the ship, and after two weeks, I had still not tried it. For lunch, I nipped up to deck 15, forward, and grabbed a few slices of their pizza, then swept through the buffet to collect a baguette for Diane, before returning to the suite. The pizza slices were very good, with a delightfully thin crust. A good dusting of chilli flakes improved them further.
Now, I should point out that each day there is a full schedule of "things to do" on board, should you wish. There are talks, presentations, dance lessons, shows and goodness knows what else spread across ll the public venues on the ship. There is no excuse to ever be bored on board. We, however, enjoy the peace and quiet of reading on our private balcony on the stern, overlooking the wake. If we wanted to be sociable (or do missionary work with the passengers from up North), we could, but we like our peace and quiet. (We get a daily bulletin, called Horizon, detailing all the activities and shows for the following day - this gives us plenty of time to plan).

We had a gala get-together before dinner this evening. This was an opportunity to meet the Captain and some members of the crew. This is usually done as a “Welcome” party at the start of the cruise, but the weather was such at the beginning that they had to defer it to the end of the cruise. The Captain was very entertaining in his address and informed us that we had steamed over 4,000 nautical miles, with 2,981 passengers and 1,189 crew. The galley had served over 160,000 meals, and during the cruise, we had six weddings, two Captains, and 940 cruise virgins (first-timers). At the end, I stopped to shake his hand (touched elbows, actually) and thank him for the cruise. We then made our way to the restaurant for dinner. Di started with the Smoked Salmon Mousse, and I had the Galician Empanadillas de Polo to start with. These were delicious and had a wonderful tangy sauce. For the main course, Diane chose the Sirloin of Beef Stroganoff, while I chose Roasted Gallina Piri Piri (a chicken dish). Dinner was excellent, and it would have been easy to just sit there chatting all evening.

There was a show to get to… we had the second show from Manuel Martinez. We thought he was good when we saw him the first time, but he excelled this time and had the whole audience both enthralled by his tricks and rolling around laughing from his interactions with the audience and his stories. I particularly liked his reference to the seal colony around the pool and all the flesh that was on show. He was truly talented and worth watching out for if he tours at all.
We left the theatre and made our way to Havana, where there was a tribute to Glenn Miller. We watched for a while, but it isn’t really Di’s sort of music, so we headed back to our suite. Soon after getting back, there was an announcement that a helicopter was inbound for a medical evacuation, so the decks were closed, and people were warned not to go out to their balconies because of the downdraft. We just hope the guest is successfully treated.