Such a familiar sight, and one that I love, especially when the heather is in bloom here at Barril. The salt marshes can be a wallow of mud and scurrying crabs, but catch it right, with the tide in, and it’s very beautiful. The temperatures have been steadily rising this week, and with them the temptation to visit the beach. We parked at our usual spot, looking out to the bridge, and the Ilha beyond.
The path over the causeway is narrow, and has been closed while emergency measures were in place, but the time has not been wasted. New signboards describe the antics of the bocas cava-terra, or Fiddler crabs, and the wading birds that happily fish these waters.
Track maintenance has taken place too, sand being always anxious to reclaim its rights, and the engines and carriages have been given a shiny new coat of paint. A 15 to 20 minute stroll brings you to the beach, Praia de Barril, on Tavira Island.
A fringe of green weed decorates part of the shoreline, and in the distance a heat haze. We turn to walk in the opposite direction, aware of other footsteps in the sand, but not a soul in sight. The haze persists on yonder horizon too.
The strangest thing! As we walk, the haze expands to meet us, and before too long we are shrouded in a fine, damp mist. Turning back, we can’t help but chuckle that it’s just like the sea fret on the north east coast of England. Only once before has this happened to us here. I can remember the eerie feeling as we sat on the beach, engulfed in a sunny fog. Then, as now, it had rolled away again within half an hour or so.
The graveyard anchors clung on, unimpressed. I’m sure they must have seen much worse in their many years. The beach bar was newly reopened and we stopped for a drink and chat to the young waiter, who had had no work or income for 2 months. He shrugged and smiled, glad to be working again, even if custom was poor. ‘We have to try!’ And in bright sunlight we started back.
The engines, in various stages of undress, made me smile. Hopefully they will be pulling full coaches again, before the summer is over.
Back over the bridge and homeward bound, where I can offer you a choice of something sweet, or savoury if you prefer. And shade!
Now and again I like to spoil you. 🙂 The heat has reached a crescendo around 30C this weekend, and an evening stroll by the water is a luxury.
Let’s see what my walkers around the world are up to. Many thanks to all of you for continuing to share. Your company is always appreciated.
Start at ‘Ye Olde Fighting Cocks’, with Debbie :
Janet appears to have found an oasis in the desert :
But Rupali doesn’t need words :
And Drake is all at sea!
Natalie doesn’t have any problem with getting out among the Spring flowers :
And I didn’t mind a few grey skies in Berwickshire, with Anabel :
Mel takes us silver mining in the Outback :
While Denzil takes us on a longish walk from a pretty Belgian town :
Ending with Cathy, in one of the loveliest cities I know :
Next week we’ll go and look at a reservoir, to see how well they’re faring. I hope you’ll come along. Meantime, enjoy your week!