Near Maldonado I saw estuary shells of recent species embedded in clay, and raised above the level of a neighbouring fresh-water lake.

Ouer this the foresayd laye / Reporte howe the pope may / A holy anker call / Out of the stony wall / And hym a bysshop make / It he on hym dare take / To kepe so harde a rule / To ryde vpon a mule / With golde all betrapped / In purple and paule be lapped

What a day. I lost my wallet, my mobile phone broke, then to cap it all I got a flat tyre.

Presently the wind nearly died out, and the galley and prizes then took the coasters and fishing craft in tow.