A lingering rock cistus highlights the banks of the reservoir. A couple of weeks ago I ventured up to Beliche, in part to check the water levels, but also because it’s a largely uninhabited area. Or so I thought! The car parking area alongside the dam surprised me. Leathers and helmet clad bikers were thronging the space. But they kept to themselves, and we duly distanced ourselves too. As they pulled away we got a thumbs up and a cheery wave. Life has to move forward, but you can choose your own pace.
Around here, you can imagine, it’s pretty slow. April and early May saw a lot of rainfall. A Godsend, because the reservoirs were dangerously low. And also because the Portuguese really don’t like the rain, and were very happy to stay home and avoid it. Fique em casa! Stay at home. Job done!
There were no tourists, so nobody to get upset but a handful of disgruntled expats who’ve chosen to live here. Blue skies are theirs by right, aren’t they? And eventually were restored, the timing being almost perfect, as beaches and beautiful countryside again became available. With enormous gratitude for what we have, and not a little trepidation, we set out.
If anything could dispel doubt, it was the sparkling blue waters of the Beliche dam. Such a relief to see water levels being restored, for summers here can be long and hot. Bypassing the fearsome machinery, we climbed the hill to gaze back down at the dam.
I freely admit, not the most exciting walk we have ever undertaken, but just then it felt like giant steps into the unknown. I delighted in the freshness of the air, and the soft sprinkling of lemon and lilac flowers dusting the hillside.
A cloud passed overhead, just as I was pausing to admire another solitary cistus. And then drifted away to join its brothers, dreaming in the sky.
This circular walk is a little more than 6kms, sufficient in the mounting heat, and before long we were below the IC27, which runs north towards the Alentejo. There are a couple of farms in the valley, and a donkey, who gave me rather a disdainful look.
Experience has taught me to be more wary of beehives! And their aggressive inhabitants.
The map indicated a river flowing towards the dam, but it must long since have dried up. The telltale reminder, an overgrown measure of depth, was just visible through the shrubs. A gentle climb brought us back to the car park. I’d love to share the lemon drizzle cake made by one of my companions, to celebrate our first visit since the onset of the virus. But I devoured 2 pieces, and never even gave it a thought! Next time…
However, I’m more than willing to share some great walks. Here we go!
Always good to meet another Algarve blogger, and Tracy is also a published authoress :
Montes Mourinhos – Pera circular
Wouldn’t you just love to meet Sheetal here? I know I would!
Indra shares her memories of the natural beauty of Canada :
Summer of 2019: Waterton, Canada
While Janet improves my vocabulary, amidst the natural surroundings of Arizona :
Sharon is surrounded by some beautiful countryside too :
And Susanne is simply happy to be outdoors again :
Back for a Walk at Coulon Park
An easy, unhurried style of life, with Drake :
And a poignant and personal post from Alice :
A poetic lady I know as ‘Heart to Heart’ (Dil se Dil tak… ) Such a lovely name for a blog, Rita :
The woods are lovely dark and deep…
There must be a history to this village name, Jonno? Always smiling, these two!
Our Favourite Devon Walk to Heanton Punchardon
You can admire a little beauty with Rupali any time :
While Anabel knows the way to my heart. Via a drystone roundhouse is especially good :
Calling Becky, Debbie, Sue and Margaret- Ulli has found us some more goats!
That’s it for this week! I’m going to put the brakes on for a little while. It’s getting too hot to walk on a regular basis, though I did another 6kms yesterday to check out the larger dam at Odeleite. Not looking too bad at present, but there’s a long way to go. Take care all, and I’ll see you soon.
What a walking adventure, Jo. Long walking… a beautiful place to explore though.
One day my legs will get tired, Amy. Maybe not this week 🙂 🙂 Thanks for your company, hon.
I admire you!