Back to the countryside today, after all the excitement of Easter and that family visit that now seems so long ago. This little treasure was almost hiding its light under a bushel but, once I found one, then of course it had companions.
We’re up in the hills again. Look to the far horizon, where you can see that distant deepening of blue that is the sea. I’m standing in the grounds of an abandoned building project, wondering why someone would go to so much trouble to build their house on a hill, and then desert it. There’s a story here, but one I’ll likely never know. For now, I take in the views and the infinity pool that never was.
I’m in the area known as Gorjões, barely a 10 minute drive to the busy market town of Loulé, but seeming a world away. The hills are speckled with villas and beautiful homes, each clinging to their privacy. The lanes are edged with abundant wild lavender, and I trail my fingertips in their delicate perfume. Climbing higher still, I come upon the remnants of a mill.
The path levels out and I peep over an inviting stone wall. A crossroads reveals a heap of rocks with names… Casa Clara… Casa da Bisavo… Aids for the postman, I think, only to be scoffed at by a local. ‘We don’t get post up here! You have to go to the village to collect it’.
I have company, but it’s a slow-paced walk where we stop to point out treasures to each other. Like the magnificent blue beauty, and its smaller companions, nestled beneath a tree. Impossible to miss the pure flamboyance of the poppy at this time of year.
Tiny yellow flowers decorate any open stretch of grass. I stop to admire a grandiose villa, envious of the lovely pool, but I could not live so far from shore. In amongst the rocks the cistus continue to flourish, nodding cheerfully at the least hint of breeze.
And then we’re dropping down again, spying one last jewel, shy in the sun, and a rock whose message we struggle to read.
I am surprised to read, later, that the flatter of the surrounding lands had long ago been used to cultivate tobacco. A connection with ancestors in Brazil. There are many stories in these hills, but for now it’s time to go in search of sustenance.
I hope you enjoyed my company this week, as much as I enjoyed yours. Please do find time to read these, and maybe, another time, share a walk of your own? Details, as always, on Jo’s Monday walk.
There’s dedication and determination… and then there’s Heather! She’s an inspiration :
A lighthouse on an island… a sight I never tire of. Thanks, Debs!
In case you didn’t get your share of treats at Easter, Jackie has plenty to spare :
You know, it can be miserable when it rains. But it all depends on your point of view :
Not much rain in Savannah! Let Alice be your guide :
Margaret has been revisiting some of her older posts. Doesn’t this look beautiful?
Closer to my former home, Sharon is always out, finding places to explore with her dog :
Not a lot of walking, but a whole lot of eating! Thanks, Sandra!
Sharing tranquility and daisies with Susanne is never a bad thing :
Anyone seen Liesbet lately? She’s been surfing ‘The Wave’!
I love to be surrounded by water, so this place looks pretty perfect to me, Carol :
The endless roads, with Cathy, lifted by the beauty of the churches along the way :
Another good week, wasn’t it? Well, it always is if we’re still here. Thanks for your company, and see you next time!