Jo’s Monday walk : Azinhal, almost ends in tears

A sleepy little village, and a gentle stroll down to the Guadiana and back. A bright blue sky, sun climbing steadily into warmth. A couple of friends for good company. What could possibly go wrong?

Nothing was further from our minds as we left Azinhal, nodding good morning through our masks to a couple of villagers and being careful to maintain a safe distance. Relaxed and happy, we removed the masks and breathed in the wonderful clear air. The trail led out past the church to the fields of crops beyond, hazy mist lining the valley below.

Aware of heavy rains in the previous days, we chose our path carefully, but the gritty surface appeared to have absorbed much of the wet. The oranges positively sparkled in their green surrounds. The old mill had lost its sails, but on the far horizon you could just make out a wind farm, propellers churning through Spanish air. Our nimblest walker climbed the trig point to play lookout.

From yon side of a flimsy rope fence we were eyed uncertainly by a herd of young bullocks. Avoiding eye contact we strode by, into the next valley, where a more pastoral scene met our eyes. A flock of sheep bleated warnings to their young. Gambolling legs had strayed from mother’s side.

We were back at ground level, the Guadiana sparkling beside us, and the smell of newly cut eucalyptus filling the air. An idyllic scene, with fisherman midstream, tending to his nets. Little did we know that all was soon to go horribly wrong. The path alongside the river was a bit muddy and wet, and within a short distance we came upon a rope preventing access to the next section of the walk. Our choices were to concede defeat and retrace our steps, or climb over the rope and chance going ahead. You know what we did, don’t you?

Looking furtively around – there was no-one in sight other than the boatman, and some far distant workers – we lowered the rope and stepped over it. There was no obvious reason or explanation for it being there but, as the ground became increasingly squelchy and oozy, we began to have our suspicions. Feet slithered in the mud and we teetered precariously for a few yards. It sucked at our boots, clinging on and making balance difficult. Looking for an alternative, my husband climbed up onto the spongy grass alongside our path and, with blind faith, we followed. The Guadiana was flowing swiftly along, a few feet below, and definitely focused the mind. Sunny and warm though it was, no way did I fancy swimming practise. For what seemed like hours we tottered along, trying to find a firm foothold. Looking back the rope seemed impossibly distant, and the thought of slithering back the way we’d come a most unwelcome one. Whose bright idea, you catch yourself wondering.

The path stretched ahead and round a curve, looking equally muddy for as far as we could see. Legs were getting tired and a decision needed to be made. Far across the fields we knew there was a much drier path, but the terrain approaching it was very boggy. And somewhere within that area the young bullocks were roaming freely. There wasn’t really a choice so, reluctantly we ducked beneath another rope and set off across the field, choosing our steps with care. The land was saturated and many times a leap for dry ground was needed. But, eventually, we gained the far side and firmer ground, and heaved a collective sigh of relief. I broke out some sticky lollies in a moment of wild celebration. They’d been bought for Halloween and had sat patiently, waiting for trick or treaters, ever since. As we climbed steadily back towards the village we caught sight of a few bullocks. Happily the lush green pasture was more appealing to them than our lollies.

And us? As always we found a cake to suit the occasion. There is a cafΓ© in the village which sells very delicious cakes, but it was closed. When the need arises, we can be resourceful! Almond cake, in case you were wondering. And so, with Azinhal and almonds, I’m joining Patti’s challenge.

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #126

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My posts have become a little erratic lately, but I’m sure you’ll have noticed that this isn’t a Monday. It’s been a difficult week and the unexpected death of my stepbrother, Tony, on Sunday left me adrift. He was a kind and gentle man, who will be sorely missed. Two days later the life support of a friend here in the Algarve was switched off. Neither deserved to die so young. Finishing writing my walk has been a good distraction. I hope to have one more Jo’s Monday walk before Christmas. I can almost guarantee it will be on a Monday.


  1. I’m not sure how I missed this walk Jo but I know we exchanged messages around this time. Anyway I’m glad this walk provided a distraction for what has been a stressful time. So glad you made it to the end of the walk too as it sounds quite an adventure! The delicious looking cake must have been the perfect remedy! Stay safe and take care xx


    1. Hi darlin! I spotted you in the Reader this morning but haven’t had time to get there yet. Promised ourselves a lazy Sunday but it’s disappearing before my very eyes. Just off to put the washing out. Catch you later πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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      1. No problem at all Jo – I haven’t been here too much recently and it’s already past New Year! We have had a lazy week after the Christmas festivities and it’s been so hot so rather draining (mustn’t complain though!). Have a lovely rest of the weekend xx

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  2. Someone’s shoes… it makes me think about how my family escaped from Stalin when I was an infant. Then when we arrived in the USA and they became citizens, they voted strictly Republican. In a way I’m glad they’re not still alive to see what has become of the Republican Party. It’s a pretty sad state of affairs.

    I’ve probably been doing more than my share of sleeping in these past months. I suppose it’s my way of coping.

    Don’t mean to be a downer… hope your holidays are full of happiness… without the bit of slogging through quagmires! πŸŽ„πŸŽ„πŸŽ„


    1. If I were in some people’s shoes I wouldn’t want to get out of bed this Christmas morning, Gunta. As it is I’m lucky enough to be waiting for my husband to wake so we can Skype with the youngsters. Merry Christmas to you! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚


      1. Hi, Jo! We’re in good health and living this weird normality the best we can. In Spain we are now in a quieter situation with the Covid, but we are all afraid of the Christmas season, in case it can get worse again. And you?


  3. That’s no Monday walk, Jo, that’s an adventure! I’m so happy the young bullocks were more interested in the greenery than in laboring, suffering hikers. The mud would have been good for your skin by the way. πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜›
    Beautiful photos! I trust the almond cake gave a bit of energy back?


  4. I knew that rope would be no deterrent for the intrepid walkers! Glad to hear that in the end the animals and the boot sucking mud left you be in peace. Here’s to more cake!


  5. Sorry to hear about the sad part Jo.
    But a wonderful walk with many beautiful shots. The green landscape looks so inviting and even the cake πŸ™‚

    I am linking my Florence walk to your Monday walk which was not on Monday either πŸ™‚


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