I've always been a summer person and between the months of May and August, there is nowhere else I would rather be than on the beach. For as long as I can remember the sea has been like a magnet to me. Something to do with my maternal Greek grandmother's genes maybe? ... Continue Reading →
I can't believe that the iconic movie, Dirty Dancing was released on 12th May 1987. I was a mere baby at the time 😉 passionately in love with Patrick Swayze and consequently very jealous of Francis 'Baby' Housman AKA Jennifer Gray. So ... it has been thirty years since that iconic lift. I have been... Continue Reading →
Having survived my 12.5 hour trip from Jersey to Faro, with Mr Mucus clasped tightly to my chest, I started sweating him out in the glorious Algarvean sunshine the following morning. I didn't last very long in the heat and spent the afternoon in bed. I balked at the suggestion of going out for an... Continue Reading →
Got off to a late start today after such a good evening at my favourite restaurant .... Temperus Restaurante Beach Bar ... Starting with this And this And, probably, too many of these Wonderful food, followed by plenty of uninhibited dancing. Today I feel about as dogeared as my manuscript has started looking edit,... Continue Reading →
Beautifully relaxed after a fantastic two week holiday in the sunshine, we end up rushing to return the hire car. I drop everyone else and the bags at Faro Airport Departures Hall, so they can stand in the check-in queue, whilst I return the car to the allotted park. To my delight, I find there... Continue Reading →
I apologise to Harold Fry's creator, Rachel Joyce, for the analogy in the title of this post. Of course my epic journey would have been nothing like as dramatic as Harold's. But the thought hit me, when walking along the beach around about Trafal in the Algarve the other day, in an attempt to burn... Continue Reading →
I have a Bucket List as long as my arm but the draw that Vale do Lobo has for me is immense and know that one day, I will spend more time there. It just a question of when.
In the old days, Maria's was accessed via a track, more suitable for a 4 x 4, rather than a conventional hire car. In our case, we often took a leisurely stroll through the pine trees from Vale do Lobo, to what was then, a wooden shack on the beach. Not any more. In 2012... Continue Reading →