I am not quite sure why at this particular time of my life I feel an overwhelming need to check out my daily horoscope. Fortunately I am not quite neurotic enough to feel compelled to consult an astrologer to convince me that it is safe to go out of the house; just in case someone... 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 →