A scoot up a hill!

After a suitable rest, I couldn’t stop myself from scooting up the hill to look down on Velas.  Solo, of course!  I’d been looking out on Morro Grande and the tiny chapel of Livramento since our arrival, and was determined to tackle the hill.

Lizards scuttled on the chapel wall in the late evening sun as I crossed the stile and began my climb.  My legs felt stronger than expected.  Probably the pure exhilaration of being up there, alone, the views pulling me ever higher.  Turning a corner, the ruined moinho was in sight.  And then, Pico, the light on the water, and the whole glorious expanse of coastline.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I made my way back down, with beautiful, blue dragonflies darting ahead.  🙂  I’m linking this to Cathy’s Photography Invitation.  If you haven’t seen it, do take a look.



  1. The days are too nice to be indoors indeed… I seem to be having the same problem! Absolutely scrumptious view and captures!

    1. It’s light till about 9 in the evening, Gunta, and some days I have to push myself to come inside and make supper 🙂 🙂 Thanks, hon!

    1. It won’t be, Susan! I’ve only written part of it and am just settling down to write now. The days are too nice to be indoors. 🙂 🙂 Thanks, hon!

  2. Sounds like this was well worth the climb for a spectacular view of Velas, Jo. Adrenalin can certainly take you far…and maybe even force you into a good rest later at night 😉 Keep walking and travelling, Jo. Hope your weekend is going well and you are enjoying Wimbledon 🙂

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