Embracing the sea again this week, I’m in the far west of the Algarve, just before you reach the mighty cliffs of Sagres. This somewhat lunar landscape is not at all what I’m accustomed to. (Is it just me or does the rock below bear a passing resemblance to a Storm Trooper?)
Yes, I thought so! His smile’s a bit crooked and evil. It’s a beautiful bay, reached from a turn off on the N125, signposted Praia do Martinhal. A smart looking resort overlooks the beach, but nestled below is an agreeably casual restaurant. Portuguese families have brought the children to Sunday lunch, and are chattering away like magpies.
A small girl sits on the sand while Dad tussles with a kite, strongwilled in the offshore breeze. Two fit-looking youngsters carry paddleboards down to the water’s edge, launch them smoothly and paddle away. Out in the bay windsurfers zip to and fro, with varying degrees of accomplishment. I simply watch. The only activity I’m any good at is walking.
The other half has found a comfortable spot, sheltered from the wind, and I’m off round the headland to see what I can find. A generous sweep of beach ends in more rocks, with a tempting path mounting to the cliff top.
I’m picking my way fairly carefully when I hear music and laughter. A cautious peep over the cliff edge reveals a group of young folk setting up a barbecue on a slab of rock. Someone has been very busy with a brush and a pot or two of paint.
Across the bay the towering cliffs of Sagres loom closer, and below them the fishing port of Baleeira. There’s a small strip of beach at Baleeira which is also walkable from Sagres town. A stiff breeze keeps the windsurfers scudding swiftly. I look back to check how far I’ve come. Not too far but it’s time to return and collect the husband.
Now, where did I leave him?
It’s not a long walk but, if you like to feel the breeze in your hair and you’re not afraid of heights, you might enjoy it. This was a small part of my birthday celebrations and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I should be back to ‘normal’ next week. I apologise if my visits to you are spasmodic. I’m struggling with a poor Internet connection and I intend to enjoy the last few days of my Algarve time with my daughter. Time together is very precious. Meantime I have some great walks to share, so thank you everybody.
Tish seems to have found her very own path to paradise :
As strange titles go, I give full credit to Ellen for this one :
And Cathy’s is a bit of a tongue teaser too :
Mari’s walk is a little more sombre, but no less beautiful :
And Woolly commemorates the Australian deceased from World War II :
Roll up! Roll up! Step right this way to see Violet’s pink elephant :
I share some wonderful memories of Lucca with Jesh (and Gilly!)
You can usually rely on Jackie for a…
I don’t have any grandkids to play with like Sandra, but I did borrow one recently :
Indra is sharing spectacular scenery in this week’s walk :
Kathrin loves to hike in the mountains. This one sounds like a song!
My lovely friend, Pauline, has been rambling in the Australian outback. You’ll love her findings!
And here’s some artwork from Susan that I know she’ll love too :
Have a great week everyone, and I’ll be back in England next weekend. Once again, apologies if I miss anyone.