Algarve

Six word Saturday

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And ten in Portugal with Michael

Following on from my last Six word Saturday, my feet have just about touched the ground and it’s Michael’s turn for a holiday.  Lucky me gets to go too, of course!

Dad is still in Poland, sitting in Uncle Jakub’s garden if it’s sunny, and playing dominos.  While I know he’s in good hands, it seems like a good time to escape for a little sunshine of our own.  If you’ve seen O is for okropny and the Ojcow Valley you’ll know the weather wasn’t always kind in Poland.

I’ll be sharing more Polish tales on my return but for now it’s back to my postcard collection.

Exactly why I love the Algarve so- pretty as a picture.

Exactly why I love the Algarve so- it’s pretty as a picture.

I'll soon be strolling in the riverbank gardens again.

I’ll soon be strolling in the riverbank gardens again.

Checking out a few more churches

Checking out a few more churches

Especially the azulejos in Igreja da Misericordia

Especially the azulejos in Igreja da Misericordia

And you know my evenings will be spent beside this bridge.

And you know most of my evenings will be spent beside this bridge.

Not hard to see what keeps taking me back, is it?  And I haven’t even mentioned the beaches!

I’m catching up with as many of you as I can before I leave tomorrow evening.  It’s Mother’s Day isn’t it, so have a good one!  I’ll be frantically cooking, ironing and restocking the freezer for our son, but what a lovely present tomorrow evening will bring.  Take care, all!

Thanks Cath for hosting Six word Saturday.  Don’t forget to check out the other entries on Show My Face.  Just click on the header or the link.

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Best Moment Award

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Awarding the people who live in the moment,
The noble who write and capture the best in life,
The bold who reminded us what really mattered –
Savoring the experience of quality time.

I am absolutely determined (well, a little bit anyway) to clear all my “unfinished business” before I go to Poland.  What do I find, loitering in my Inbox, but a Best Moment Award.  It’s a pleasing shape, isn’t it?  Reminds me just a bit of Rafa’s Barcelona Trophy, but not quite so heavy.

No, I wasn't there! I very naughtily pinched this image from Zee News. Hope I'm forgiven.

No, I wasn’t there! I very naughtily pinched this image from Zee News. Apologies.

Moment Matters were kind enough to bequeath me this award, and then, just the other day, lovely Letizia of Dutch goes Italian nominated me again.

I misunderstood initially.  I didn’t read the verse properly and had it fixed in my head that this was about a “best moment”.  How to choose?  So many best moments!  And maybe, if I’m lucky, some best moments still to come.

Those incredible blue doors always bring back a magic moment

Those incredible blue doors always bring back a magic moment

This one conjures a blogging friendship and a freezing day

This one conjures a blogging friendship and a freezing day

How many times have I looked back at this wonderful moment

How many times have I looked back at this wonderful moment

Golden moments in Warsaw's Stare Miasto

Shared golden moments in Warsaw’s Stare Miasto

A truly amazing moment at the Festa dos Tabuleiros in Tomar

And a truly amazing moment at the Festa dos Tabuleiros in Tomar

Haven't we shared some beautiful moments, at home and abroad?

Haven’t we shared some beautiful moments, at home and abroad?

A very special wedding

A very special wedding

And some wonderful sunsets

And some wonderful sunsets

We've danced and we've sang

We’ve danced and we’ve sang

And made wonderful memories

And made wonderful memories

But now it's time to return to Poland

But now it’s time to return to Poland

Where I hope to be making more beautiful moments to share.  Thank you for indulging me.  I’m going to pass on this award to some folk who have shared best moments with me.

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East of Malaga

Writing between the lines

Photography of Nia

Going Dutch

I’ll be back in a week or so, but then I’m going to the Algarve, so all will be peaceful for a while.  Enjoy!

Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Bay

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A Turkish gulet gliding across the bay

A Turkish gulet gliding across the bay

It seems like most of my life I’ve been admiring bays.  I can get lost in this photo, which was taken by my husband on our honeymoon, oh, so many years ago.  I’m tempted to go and dig out the photo albums and meander around a Greek Island or two, but this is Jake’s challenge for the Sunday Post this week.  I’ll never make it in time if I wander off down Memory Lane.

The slideshow runs when you click on the first photo.

We have some wonderful bays with pebbly beaches, remnants of our mining heritage, just up the road from here.  I planned to take the camera along after lunch, but it’s bouncing with rain.  I guess I’ll stick to memories, and the other entries on the Sunday Post.  I’m sure to find some beautiful bays there.

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A Sunday Treat

Of all the activities I might have seen myself pursuing in the Algarve, croquet was pretty low on the list.  Nevertheless on a damp, lacklustre Sunday, a warm welcome awaited at Bela Romao Croquet Club, and even a cosy log fire!

The invitation had come by way of the walking group I love to join whenever I am in the Algarve.  I have to confess that a sausage fair at Querenca had marginally more appeal.  But I had been to Querenca on a grey day (yes, the Algarve does have them!) in a previous year, and truthfully, I’m not all that keen on sausages.

Querenca on a cloudy day

Querenca on a cloudy day

So, the decision was made!

I had passed by on the E125 heading for Olhao many a time, but been completely unaware of the existence of the croquet club.  Up an unobtrusive track, a hefty door awaited.  A touch of the intercom and a smiley-sounding voice greeted me.  The door rolled back to reveal a large expanse of drive, and above, an attractive villa.  Climbing the steps to the pool, I looked for the lovely views to the coast that were promised.  This was a day for using the imagination, but the potential was definitely there.

The swimming pool.  Maybe another day?

The swimming pool.  Maybe another day?

It was two in the afternoon and play had been suspended for lunch.  Curious, I advanced into a small lounge, bar and restaurant.  The decor was welcoming, the open fire warm, and the tinkling laughter of our hostess, Lita, a pleasure.  I was shown to a bench seat by the window, with a menu to peruse.  The salmon salad with teriyaki was a natural choice for me, and my husband was very happy with Irish potato cakes, meat pattie and blackpudding.  Was it the lovely wine in the icebucket that was giving the room that cosy glow?

I got into conversation with one of the guests, and she described it as a “home from home”.  It certainly had that kind of atmosphere, and I found myself thinking that I would be more than happy with a home like this.

After lunch we were offered a complimentary game of croquet.  Lita was full of enthusiasm and I hesitated, but Michael had just polished off a large peach melba and was happy to return to Tavira.  The views were still a little murky but I promised myself a return visit to enjoy Lita’s hospitality again.

I’m wishing I was there this Mother’s Day.  You, too?  Enjoy yours, ladies, wherever you are.

O is for Olhão

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I had always thought that my “O” post would be about Obidos, a medieval walled town in Central Portugal that stole my heart a couple of years ago.  But much has already been written about this tiny, charismatic place, so, with my Algarve affinity, it seemed better to introduce you to somewhere local and lesser known. (Unless, of course, you are a biker?)  Welcome to Olhão!

An aerial view of Olhão and the lagoons of the Ria Formosa (from Wikipedia)

An aerial view of Olhão and the lagoons of the Ria Formosa (from Wikipedia)

From its situation on the Ria Formosa, it was always obvious that Olhão would make a fine fishing port, but for many years its growth was resisted by neighbouring administrator Faro, who wanted to keep fishing rights to itself.  Autonomy was persistently refused and even permission to build a simple stone house.  Hamlet status was finally achieved in 1765 and Olhão formed a self-supporting “Maritime Commitment”.  Both before and since, it has been inseparable from the sea.

The natives of Olhão were never ones to run from a fight, and they occupy a special place in Portuguese history.  The first successful uprising against French occupation took place here on 16th June 1808, and was the beginning of the expulsion of the Napoleonic army.  The Portuguese king, João VI, was at that time exiled in Brazil.  A group of fishermen from Olhão set sail across the Atlantic, in a simple fishing boat, to bring the news of the French defeat to their king.  In recognition of this, Olhão was rewarded with village status.

A replica of the caique, Bom Sucesso (Good Fortune), sits modestly on the waterfront.

Azulejo tile representation of the sailing to Brazil (from Wikipedia)

Azulejo tile representation of the sailing to Brazil (from Wikipedia)

Would you cross the Atlantic in a boat like this?

Would you cross the Atlantic in this boat? You would need Bom Sucesso!

The town’s growth was enabled by a large spring or olho de agua (eye of water), for which the town was named, Olhão meaning big eye.  The arrival of a tuna factory, and fish preserving industry, transformed Olhão into a wealthy town, with fine merchant’s homes.  The fishing industry declined, of course, but today Olhão is again doing battle with Faro, attempting to lure away a little of the lucrative tourist trade.

The tourist train- all aboard!

The tourist train, outside the Real Marina Hotel on the long promenade

If you’ve seen any of my previous Algarve posts, you might know that a large part of the attraction of Olhão is the access it gives to the islands of the lagoon, Armona and Culatra, paradise for beach lovers.  From the harbour there is a lengthy promenade overlooking the marina.  In the centre of this stand distinctive twin market halls, one for fish, the other fruit and vegetables.  On Saturday mornings the market spills out onto pavement stalls in a flurry of activity.  Remember the bikers?  In July, when the Bike Festival arrives in Faro, the overflow spreads along the waterfront gardens in Olhão till there’s barely a blade of grass to be seen.

The other time when Olhão is exceptionally busy is when the Seafood Festival takes place, around the second week in August.  The smell of sardines mingles with the sound of Fado and a great time is had by all.  The waterfront is usually closed to traffic at this time, creating a little havoc in getting around.

Olhão waterfront with the twin towers of the market halls in the background

Olhão waterfront with the twin towers of the market halls in the background

Can you make out the lighthouse at Farol on the island of Culatra between those masts?

Can you make out the lighthouse at Farol on the island of Culatra between those masts? It’s a long way out.

It's the strangest feeling when you're out there in the shallows, far from shore

It’s the strangest feeling when you’re out there in the shallows, far from shore. The locals hunt endlessly for shellfish.

Every kind of craft comes idling home

Every kind of craft comes idling home

The most peaceful of spots, unless it's windy.

It’s a peaceful spot, unless it’s windy, when the masts vibrate wildly.

To this day, I can get lost in the maze of streets behind the waterfront.  Olhão is unique in the Algarve in that it has cube-shaped Moorish style houses which do not, in fact, date from the occupation of the Moors.  They are instead the result of the town’s fishing and trading activities with the countries of North Africa.  Try to visit Nossa Senhora do Rosario, the town’s main church, situated just behind this warren of streets.  Igreja Pequena, the Little Church, was the first stone building in Olhão, and this is the second.  Both were financed by the efforts of the local fishermen, at that time living in little more than mud huts themselves.  The view from the Bell Tower reveals the special construction of the cubist houses.

White stone steps lead up to a second small roof terrace, the mirante, traditionally used by fishermen to evaluate the marine conditions before going to sea.  The women of the house go up there to watch for them.  A chapel at the rear of the main church is open day and night, to pray for their safe return.

Igreja Pequena- the Little Church,1st stone building in Olhao

Igreja Pequena- the Little Church, and the first stone building in Olhao

Roof tops of the cubist houses

Roof tops of the cubist houses, from the Bell Tower of Nossa Senhora do Rosario

Typical merchant's house

One of many fine merchant’s houses

Approaching Olhão along the EN125, the urban sprawl is not at all attractive.  You might never think that this world existed.  But take the trouble to dip down to the waterfront, and you will find an Olhão with real character.

Just before I finish, I should mention Quinta de Marim.  2kms east of Olhão, just off the EN125, on the Ria Formosa a link to the Roman occupation of the Algarve can be witnessed.  A tidal mill overlooks fish salting tanks and the salinas for producing salt, which were a very important industry in Roman times.  Today it’s an education centre and a very soothing spot from which to witness the natural world.

If you have enjoyed this piece, you might like to take a look at some of my other personal A-Z’s.  The original idea came from Julie Dawn Fox, a fine writer who lives in Central Portugal.  Click on the header or the links to see what’s out there.

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Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Plains

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It was like a domestic comedy in our house.  “Planes?  You don’t have any photos of planes!”  After a little remonstrating, we reached the point where I said “No, p-l-a-i-n-s!”  And we then agreed that I probably didn’t have any photos of them anyway!  I’ve never been fond of flat, open spaces, and my photographic skills are incapable of doing them justice.

But it’s meant to be a challenge, isn’t it, so with grim determination, I set forth.

View from the village of Salir, in the Algarve

View from the village of Salir, in the Algarve

Across the valley to the water tower in Salir

Across the valley to the water tower in Salir

The Algarve’s not really the place to hunt for plains, so I moved north to the Alentejo.  Wide open skies, they most certainly have here.

View from the castle at Evora

View from the castle at Elvas

But, as you can see below, heavy grey clouds don’t really do much for them.

From lofty Monsaraz over the River Guadiana

From lofty Monsaraz over the River Guadiana

I know that my Dad’s native Poland has endless flat and forested plains through it’s centre, and I have seen many.  Photographic evidence?  None.  My excuse is that we were usually hurtling along to the next destination at breakneck speed, Polish style.

So I’ll settle for another landscape that I know pretty well, and much nearer home- the Cleveland Hills.  I should be out walking this morning but with snow and rain, the ground has become pretty unpleasant and I’m tired of carrying half a field on the bottom of my boots.

Looking out towards Roseberry Topping

Looking out towards Roseberry Topping from Sutton Bank

Roseberry Topping from another angle- it's ever present in North Yorks

Roseberry Topping from another angle- it’s ever present in North Yorks

And I think that with that, I may well conceed defeat, admonishing myself to hang out of the car and take some death defying shots on my next trip to Poland.

You should head off to Jakesprinter’s page to see a few more successful attempts on the challenge.  Better yet, can I see some of yours?  Many thanks, as ever, to the brilliant Jake for sharing his graphics and ideas.  Click on the lucky snake logo or links to pay a visit.

Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Unforgettable

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Unforgettable, one of my all time favourite songs.  Isn’t it yours?  I don’t even have to mention Nat King Cole and it’s smouldering away in your head.  He certainly had that “unforgettable” quality.

Some of you know that I have just experienced one of the most unforgettable weekends of my life- the wedding of my daughter Lisa to Leonardo.  The honeymoon alone is worth a post, and I wasn’t even there!  But I will tell you that they had snow in Venice- a magical thought.  It swirled around the lagoon like a giant snowdome.  And the claxons sounded for Aqua Alta whilst they were at a masked ball.  The water rose and rose to the first floor of the hostess’ home in Ca D’Oro, and they had to remain till 4.30 in the morning when the level had dropped sufficiently to escape.  Never mind- the band and the opera singers played on, and the food was good.  I think that definitely comes in the category of “unforgettable”, but the memory isn’t mine to cherish.

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I’m pretty sure most of you will have unforgettable moments in your life, and I’m looking forward to sharing them with you.  Click on the lucky snake logo or the link to visit Jakesprinter with me.  Thanks Jake for being unforgettable yourself.

Six word Saturday

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Fluffy clouds

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Cats

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and boat people

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Random moments from my Algarve week.  I seldom take photos of animals.  They have a habit of moving as soon as I point the camera.  The three cats intrigued me, however, as they sat and just stared, and stared.  I looked around for the hypnotist but he wasn’t anywhere about.  The boat, in “dry dock” in Albufeira, was equally unmoving.

It seems so much more than a week since I was there.  I have lots of golden moments to share, but there’s no time.  I’m off to Lisa’s wedding.  SO excited, I can barely type!  You can guess what next week’s 6WS is going to be.  Meantime, please visit Cate at Show My Face to share your week in six words.  Click on the header or the link for details.

I hope to catch up with some of you tomorrow, but I may be a bit giddy!

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Sunday Post : Hope

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Jakesprinter is celebrating Hope with his Sunday Post this week.  Newly returned from the Algarve, I’m afraid my hope is very selfish- that my dream of retirement in this beautiful place might not be too far off.

Some day to have a tile-fronted home

Some day I’d love to have a tile-fronted home

And maybe a door and windows like this

With maybe a door and windows like these

A tessoura roof and trim would be pretty

A tessoura roof and trim would be pretty

With a little roof garden

With a little roof garden

It might need a little TLC

Of course, a little TLC might be in order

I love the blue tiles, but maybe brown could be good.

I love the blue tiles, but maybe brown could be good.

But wouldn't a lacy balcony be just perfect?

And wouldn’t a lacy balcony be just perfect?

And then there's the joy of chimney pots

Then there’s the joy of chimney pots

I could have such fun!

I could have such fun!

I'd have wonderful flowers in my garden

I’d have wonderful flowers in my garden

But one thing is certain- I'd always be close by boats and the sea

But one thing is always certain- I’d have to be close to boats and the sea

Thank you, Jake.  I may be home again, but the hope is still very much alive.  I’m looking forward to seeing what everyone else is hoping for this week, so join me over on Jake’s page?  You won’t be sorry.

Just click on the flying dragon or the link.

Sunday Post : Simplicity

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Jake’s back!  And with beautiful Simplicity this week.  No animated graphics, proving that simple can still be very beautiful.  Simplicity is “easy to explain; not complicated”.  Sounds good to me.

When I think of simplicity, my thoughts turn to the good things in life: crusty bread with cheese and tomatoes, stong coffee and, maybe, a glass of wine; strawberries fresh from the market stall, so nice you have to eat them out of the paper bag before you even get home; the smell of barbecueing fish as you stroll along the beach.

Do you agree with my definition in these photos?  Click on any of them to start the slide show.

The simplicity of life in the Algarve is what calls me back, again and again.  Thank you Jake for giving me the opportunity to share so much of what is beautiful in my world.

Please do join in Jakesprinter’s challenge by clicking on the flying dragon logo or the links.  Jake has many friends and I know there will be lots of great entries.