Jo’s Monday walk : Fuseta at Blossom time

As promised, almond blossom in the Algarve this week.  This is a variation on a walk we’ve done previously, this time starting in the small seaside town of Fuseta.  It’s just a few stops west of Tavira by train.  Wave your passport at the conductor and you’ll get half fare if you’re a pensioner.  Well, there have to be some advantages to being over the hill!

Not too many hills this near to the coast, but it’s up and over the railway tracks and out into the countryside.  We’ve barely taken a few steps when we’re in a field, surrounded by almond blossom.  I stand and stare!  Blossom is opening up in trees all along the roadside, but this is the first time I’ve seen the flowers out in such force.

I can’t understand how my walking friends can be so oblivious of their surroundings, and I linger far behind.  Maybe it’s the lure of a coffee stop up ahead.  On they go, following a path through the fields, a glimpse of sea shimmering on the horizon.

Soon we’re on a paved lane, leading to the E125- a busy road which stretches almost end to end of the Algarve.  We are making a stop at Tianica, a pottery workshop with a cafe and terrace at the rear.

Avoiding temptation in order to have space for lunch, it’s back to the lane after coffee.  A track leads down to the edge of the salt marshes and we follow it back in the direction of Fuseta.  The tide is low, and boats sit silently in the sludge, waiting to be rescued when it turns.

It’s not a long walk, though you can extend it further through the marshes, which continue on the far side of town.  We thread between the fishermen’s cottages and the apartment blocks, and I’m delighted to find remnants of Christmas in the yarn bombed trees.

Go on, admit it!  You’re more interested in lunch.  A leisurely affair at La Plage, on the front at Fuseta, culminating in cake, of course.  I stood in line at the cabinet, hopeful that there’d be a morsel of tiramisu left.  I must have looked desperate, because the waiter served me the last slice and then added a scoop of profiterole to my plate.  Lucky, or what?

Totally replete, I sat by the waterside afterwards, keeping a lazy eye on life.  Finally I persuaded myself to stir in the direction of home.

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Short but sweet, I hope?  I bet you enjoyed the cake.  Got a walk you’d like to share?  Join me here on Jo’s Monday walk for a warm welcome.

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Shall we start with a good clamber?  I think Debbie wrote this one just for Sue :

Clambering through an old Omani village

Anabel is realistic about Scottish weather, but it doesn’t stop her enjoying the beauty :

Hebridean Hop 19 : Tangasdale

I never saw a prettier lighthouse than this one.  Thanks, Alice :

Harbour Town

What do you like in your soup? Can I have Coconut Shrimp for mains please, Jackie :

Soup of the day

The ‘Australian Outback’ on her doorstep is giving Suzanne lots of pleasure :

The desert up the road

Geoff continues the saga of walking with his Dad :

Walking With The Wind At My Back : Part Two

I know it can be beautiful, but I’m not missing this at all, Drake :

Day in the snow

Brian takes us to subtropical community gardens for a little heat.  Want to join him?

Lismore Rainforest Botanical Gardens – the paths

Much nearer to my new home, some beautiful Algarve clifftops :

A cliff walk from Carvoeiro to Ferragudo : the ‘Trail of the Headlands’

While Susan takes us back to a place where she once lived.  The lady has a fascinating past :

Walking Back Home – Pasto, Colombia

And Cathy explores a house not many of us would venture into :

Balcony House at Mesa Verde

That’s it for another week.  Please find time to read them.  I shall be out and about, as usual.  Hope the weather’s kind, wherever you are.

 

149 comments

  1. Guess what! I was replete with almond blossom, pottery trees, and stranded boats. No need for cake. I may just be jealous of course because no waiter would ever perceive me as desperate for food.

    I don’t think I could walk with a group either, unless I eschewed camera. Which, incidentally, I’ve just started to use again after a Christmas break. My daughter’s yard is so deliciously dilapidated and the animals so photogenic! No temptation over Christmas because my most beloved senior grandson banned photos of him. He’s now in Warsaw with two aunts and his Polish cousins and there are plenty of photos! Take care my dear: no more tumbles.

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    1. Not an old walk, no, though I’ve done most of it before. The almond blossom is really early this year and i’m loving it. 🙂 🙂 Life is one big tippy tumble for me, hon! I must email you the saga one day but there really isn’t time. I’m so glad you keep popping in to share! Love you, hon!

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  2. You struck a happy chord, Jo: “keeping a lazy eye on life.” I absolutely love that as a celebration of being a pensioner. As you remarked about the travel fare accommodating a pensioner, so it seems to me that we’ve earned this season, through al the years of work and responsibility leading up to today, so admiring the almond blossoms and ending a day with tiramisu…fantastic! I like your version of laziness. LOL! Count me in!

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    1. I hated those years stuck in an office, Debbie, and I’m outdoors now whenever I can be. For the moment, Michael doesn’t mind driving here, but there will come a day when trains and buses are my only option, so I’m getting in a little practise 🙂 🙂 Sadly, I don’t need practise at eating cake! Welcome to the club, hon 🙂

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  9. Those almond blossoms are so charming, Jo. Did you tuck one behind the ears?
    The group walks sound delicious especially at the thought of falling behind, loitering and daydreaming. Your new home town is such a bundle of beauty!
    So glad to be back browsing and peeking into everyone’s lives. xx

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      1. I been jetlagged for the most part but now getting back to routine. Braving the cold winds outside and feeling like a warrior. Thanks for asking.
        Tired legs are the best…to be always followed up by a tincture of coffee and cake. 🙂

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  10. Wow, that blossom is so beautiful set against that blue blue sky. I cant wait for the apple blossom and blackthorn blossom to arrive here. Well any blossom really. x

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  17. …And my heart opened
    like a flower under sky,
    its petals of desire,
    its stamens of dreams…”
    ― Federico García Lorca

    Thank you Jo!!!!! Enjoy every moment!!!!!!

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  18. I’m so envious, Jo! Those impossibly blue skies and the gorgeous almond blossoms definitely promise an end to winter. You are already in spring, while we’re buried in snow with temperatures in the teens (Fahrenheit) today. Brrr. I can dream just by looking at your photos and following along. 🙂 Thanks for the link. xx

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    1. That’s why you have adventures planned for the rest of the year, Cathy, while I’m still letting myself get distracted by the great outdoors. Must spend some computer time tonight. 🙂 🙂 We were over on the beach walking this afternoon and it was lovely. Off to the hills tomorrow. I love it!

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      1. If I had a great outdoors to be distracted by, believe me, I’d be outside too! It’s too cold and very messy here now. It should rain and get warmer in the next couple of days, which I hope will wash all the dirty snow away. I need to get busy planning Morocco and especially Italy! 🙂

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