Looking back on a quiet moment
I’m sure you can see why. Access to the beaches in Portugal has been restored, with a few restrictions. Happiness beckons! Enjoy your Saturday, and don’t forget to share Six Words with Debbie.
Are you finding it hard not to be drawn in? Hmm, me too! 🙂 January Light.
But I did see someone in the water. Cacela Velha is a lovely spot to just sit and daydream. Debbie’s sharing blue sky too. Don’t forget it’s Six Word Saturday! Have a good one 🙂
In the midst of packing, and abysmal English weather, I pause to look back at what I have to look forward to. One of these images might get me into trouble when I return. My very last day, when the dry river beds weren’t, but the company was good.
I hope Spring has sprung for you. Wishing you all a wonderful weekend! Let’s get straight to the point with Debbie and her Six Words.
If there’s one place in the Algarve that always works its magic on me, it’s Cacela Velha. I’ve taken you there before on my walks (remember Mind that hole!?) but today we’re taking the boat ride from Fabrica. In all my Algarve years I’d yet to see the ferry across to the beach operating, but a reference to it in Spanish ‘Conde Nast’ left me determined. Described as ‘one of the best 15 beaches in the world’, I’ll leave you to judge for yourself. How many beaches can there be in such a location?
But I’m getting ahead of myself, as usual. Taking a Cacela Velha turn off from the E125, you will first come to a sign pointing to Fabrica. This will bring you to a tiny harbour with a couple of very laidback bars and a restaurant. Out of season it’s a place for fishermen and locals, but on the last day of my holiday in September it was almost bustling. The tide was out and flipflops or bare feet were the best way to squidge across to the boat.
We scoot out to meet the sea, the boatman deftly following preordained paths through the water. Running aground would be all too easy.
You have two choices for disembarking- the first stop is opposite to Fabrica. The second, further along the sand bar, is opposite Cacela Velha. Let’s get out at the first, then we can have a bit of a beach comb before catching the boat back from the second stop.
The sky was very hazy and the sea a milky blue as I wandered with my camera. What makes this beach special, though, is the view back across the lagoon to the fortress on the headland. There’s an almost mystical quality, to my mind, in being out there on the lagoon. The tide was low enough to plodge across to the shore, but the sea creeps in stealthily here and you can be caught out.
I carry on beach combing as the tide flows gently back. Joyful cries and laughter reach me from the family on the sandbar. The Portuguese families revel in their beautiful surroundings. And I do, too.
I should explain that this beach stretches all the way back to Tavira. You can reach it by catching the ferry from Cabanas, and the beach will be much busier nearer to that resort. A very long beach walk would eventually bring you to this spot. In the winter months that or swimming across would be the only way to get here. Or a boat taxi, of course.
In the opposite direction, the beach rolls all the way to Spain, but first you have to cross over a channel. A boat is a very useful thing to own in this part of the world. Speaking of which, here comes the ferry.
The end of our walk? Well, first we might have a snack at one of the beach bars. Then I’m going to show you the view from Cacela Velha over to ‘our’ beach, just to give you a sense of place. It’s only a half hour walk along the road to Cacela Velha or, if the tide’s not too high, you can walk the strip of beach that hugs the cliff. You’d then have to climb the steps to the village.
Thanks for humoring me with this boat ride and saunter along the sands. My earlier walk gives you a land-based version, if you’re not a lover of boats. In either case, the views won’t disappoint. In the world’s top 15? I think there’d be strong competition. But I enjoyed it very much, and I hope you did too.
Thank you very much for all your support, and lovely comments. I have a fine time walking with you every week. If you’d like to join me, details are on my Jo’s Monday walk page or just a click on the logo above. Next comes the good bit. Put the kettle on and get ready for a good read!
Humble apologies are due! I forgot to include this walk last week, so please rush over there first :
Totally opposite in every way- beach shots to die for with Anabel!
You can walk, or take the train. Either way, you’re bound to love the views!
Amy’s world is beautiful! Have you noticed?
I’ve heard so many good things about Berlin. Let’s take a look, shall we?
A trip back in time with Drake this week? Any trip with Drake is good!
And now for something completely different. Many thanks, Elena!
You wouldn’t get this level of activity on a UK beach ever, I don’t think! Lazy, aren’t we, Pauline?
Ruth has a totally fascinating tour for us this week. One not to miss :
The highlight of Geoff’s post for me is Wimbledon Park tube station. A blast from my youth!
Jude always shares beautiful walks but she has really blown me away with this contribution!
If you really want to test your fitness levels, this could be the place :
Once in a while I find something a bit different. For the foodies among you- say ‘hi’ to Ishita :
Talking about unusual, thanks for these ‘wild’ animals in the city, Becky!
I haven’t had a stroll with my friend Esther for a while. Sing along, won’t you?
The title of this next post could really have described mine, but they couldn’t be more different!
And you can always rely on Gilly to find the beauty in life :
Or maybe a stroll in sunny Munich will suit? Thanks, Rosemay!
Lastly, Denzil does his very best to give us a smile on a grey day :
Lots this week, aren’t there? I do hope you can find the time to visit, and many thanks to all of you for keeping me such good company. I have one more Algarve walk in reserve, but next week I’m going to hurl myself into an English Autumn, before it passes me by. I’d love for you to join me. Have a great week, won’t you?
Well, don’t worry! I’ve already done the falling, and you really won’t need to. The view above is at Cacela Velha, the midway point in a beautiful walk. Let’s proceed with caution, shall we?
Good walking weather! We started from behind the broad beach at Manta Rota, in the Eastern Algarve, and picked our way through the madly flowering sea broom. We were heading west, towards Cacela Velha, with plenty of distractions along the way.
There was a bit of a scramble at one rather steep point, but the men in the group shepherded us through, and then it was easy going again.
At this point, we trod quite carefully. Sandy, the walk leader, emphasized we should keep clear of the slippery rim. Normally the stream was forded by stepping stones, but they seem to have disappeared. It wasn’t particularly tricky, so long as you kept your eye on the path.
In any case, the village of Cacela Velha lay just ahead of us, and a coffee stop was planned. I make no secret of the fact that this is one of my favourite Algarve places, and that neither time nor man has been able to spoil it.
You might recognise that lamp in the corner of the shot. There are several about the village, and one made a very discreet appearance in my Lingering look at Algarve windows last week.
At this point it had become quite hot, and it was wonderful to be going down the steps to walk further along the beach, in the direction of the next small village, Fabrica. Not so charming as Cacela Velha, but you probably wouldn’t mind owning the large property erected by a builder, right on the shoreline.
Have I lulled you into a false sense of security yet? It’s so peaceful, isn’t it? Time to head for home.
There is only one road out of Fabrica, so we turned inland and followed it, back towards Cacela Velha. As walkers do, we were chatting away, discovering fascinating facts about the surrounds, and about each other. We pass a couple of horses and a donkey in a field, and turn back down to the coast. Crossing over the bridge, we are back on our original trail.
See that lip of soil, at the forefront of the photo? Suddenly my feet shot off the edge and I was plummeting down, towards the stream! Fortunately, one of the men had the presence of mind to grab for me, and then I was dangling by a hand. As my feet scrambled for non-existent footing, another of the men grabbed my other arm and I was hauled unceremoniously out. Bruised, shaken, and the cream shorts a bit the worse for wear!
I can’t even remember whether I took that photo before or after my fall! It doesn’t really show the wicked little curve that I missed while I was busy talking. My husband was far ahead but said that when he heard the shout go up, he knew immediately who’d fallen! I was very lucky because I would certainly have broken something if they hadn’t halted my fall. As it was, I escaped with a wrenched shoulder and a few cuts and bruises.
I have to admit, I was happy to arrive at the restaurant, on the edge of Manta Rota, where we gathered afterwards. I needed a steadying drink! In the shade of the vines, with good food and company, I was able to laugh about the entertainment I had provided.
I hope you enjoyed this week’s walk. The surroundings are lovely, aren’t they? Both Manta Rota and Cacela Velha are signed off the E125, the Algarve’s coastal road.
I have acquired a faithful little band of walkers, and I am extremely grateful for their company. Each Monday I share the walks posted in the previous week. Please join me and my friends if you would like to. Let’s go visiting, shall we?
This week, Drake shares a little more of his delightful birthplace, the island of Samso, Denmark :
And you should see the lush gardens Amy found in Ronda! :
Speaking of gardens, are there any more beautiful than these in Cornwall? Thank you, Jude! :
It was a late night for Sherri, but she still managed to take me to Barrington Court! :
Come to think of it, Yvette likes to be out in the dark :
Have a great walking week, everybody, but do be careful, won’t you?
I just realised, this is my 400th post. No wonder I’m feeling tired!
There are few places more special to me than the tiny village of Cacela Velha in the Algarve. Long before I ever came to Portugal I had read about it in the Rough Guide. A cobbled path surrounds the church, and on a day with even the merest hint of sunshine you can sit on a bench, with your back against the church wall, and gaze dreamily out to sea.
The occasional footfall disturbs and a visitor will appear, round the corner. Some will nod, “Bom dia!” with a trace of a smile. Others avert their eyes or focus on the view beyond the wall. There are two benches and sometimes the other is occupied. A bike might be propped against the wall. There is no transport into the village. The birds sing, and alight shyly on the wall. All is peace and tranquillity.
After a while I rise from the bench and walk round to the front of the church. The carvings around the door each tell their own story.
The village is Sunday quiet, but then, it’s like that most days! All of the activity centres on the cemetery and the bringing of fresh flowers. But I know that this village can erupt into life. I was there once for the Festival of Enchanted Nights. Hookahs, Turkish tea and dancing ladies! Can you imagine it?
Changes come, as they surely must, but I so hope that Cacela Velha hangs on to the integrity which, for me, makes it a very special place.
Wishing Paula a very special Thursday. It’s her birthday!
There are far more important C’s in all of Portugal than this tiny smudge on the map. There’s Coimbra, Castelo Branco, or even famous Cascais on Lisbon’s doorstep. I’d love to visit all of them, but for me this personal C has to be about Cacela Velha (Old Cacela).
How does a tiny village on the cliff edge of the Algarve, Portugal’s most touristy spot, cling on to the old days and keep faith with its roots? I’m not sure that it can be done.
When we first came to the Algarve 8 years ago I had been avidly reading any and every book I could find to seek out the best places to visit. The Rough Guide mentioned Cacela Velha, saying I should get there quickly before it was completely ruined. I needed no second invitation.
The location has certainly helped to keep Cacela Velha unspoiled,although the bulldozers lumber not too far away. The nearest bus stop is on the E125, the old road along the Algarve, and a couple of kilometres walk along a twisting narrow road. In this era of the car that is very little deterrent. It sits above a beach which by Algarve standards is woeful. Still you only have to see it to fall in love. It is a photographer’s dream.
There is now proper parking where once there was scrubby grass, and a piece of “modern art” has appeared in the little square beside the castle walls. I can live with this, but please, that’s enough! It doesn’t need “fancification”. It is truly beautiful in its own right.
New car park above and “artwork” below
On a grey January English morning, I can picture it so vividly and feel the peace and calm of my first visit. Just a church on a headland and the remains of a fortress- I suppose Praia da Rocha must have been like this once, though it’s hard to imagine. A huddle of cottages snooze sleepily together, cats seeming to outnumber people. An old well is the focal point of the village square, the church and cemetery majestically off to one side. The magic is there already, but when you follow the path behind the church the vista that awaits you is spectacular.
The shimmer of the water as it laps lazily at each sandspit stretches far into the distance, where sky meets sea. A patchwork of gold and blue and green, I said that the beach is woeful but at this height it’s hard to tell. You may be lured down the steps for a closer look and to take some photos from a different angle. I can feel the photographers among you twitching to be there.
The beach isn’t up to much because it’s far back from the sea and you need to ferry across to Praia de Cabanas for the real thing. I’ve never actually accomplished this as you need to catch the ferry from nearby Fabrica and parking there is increasingly difficult. In any case, I’ve never needed to as I can more easily reach superb Cabanas beach from Cabanas itself. If I then walk and walk and walk along the beach, in the direction of Spain, I come to a channel of water across which I can just make out the church, with fortress beyond, perched up on its cliff top.
Cacela Velha was a stopover for traders in Phoenician times and in the 10th century was, in Arabic, Medina Qast’alla Daraj, so perhaps it is not surprising that the village comes alive in July to the Festival of Enchanted Nights, Noites da Moura Encantada. Suddenly the place is transformed and vibrating with life. Stalls full of trinkets, oriental lamps and elaborate mosaic tables fill the tiny square and spill over into the car park. Stools, cushions, Berber rugs and hookahs appear, and mint tea is brewed, with an array of tantalising sweets and savouries. Bizarre but somehow not really out of place, a belly dancer gyrates beneath the fortress walls. Oriental music and aromas drift around the narrow corners. A camel paws the ground, while a craftsman demonstrates with his wooden lathe.
But mostly the village is its peaceful self, and happy to be so. The fortress which once warned of invaders from the sea is now home to the local branch of the National Guard. A couple of restaurants have come and gone, and currently Casa Velha enjoys good popularity. Despite the proximity of two golf courses, Quinta da Ria and Quinta da Cima, the protection afforded by the conservation status of the Ria Formosa is holding back the tide. Long may it continue to do so.
So that’s my ‘C’. Just need to link to Julie Dawn Fox’s hubsite. You coming along on the A-Z challenge?
Ok, it’s predictable I know, but how could I have a home in the Algarve and NOT love beaches? There’s nothing I like better than an amble along the beach, picking up the occasional shell for the collection. Flat, calm and twinkly in the sunlight, or raging and frothing, I love being beside the sea.
So where better than Portugal, with its wrap around beaches, north to south? In theory I could walk the full length, starting off in my treasured Eastern Algarve. Of course, I’d have to swim the odd river. Perhaps I should take our inflatable dinghy with me- I’m not that much of a swimmer! Think of the Podcam I could do, if, of course, I were skilled and steady-handed enough to point the video camera in the first place.
No. Better to focus on my digital memories. I’m starting in the east and going west, with a few impressions of the beaches that I love.
Praia de Verde, not far from Monte Gordo, was one of the first beaches ever recommended to me. The coast at the eastern end of the Algarve is quite flat so I was surprised at the drop down to the beach from what is essentially an upmarket holiday village. The bay is beautifully shallow and I’ve seen some of the prettiest fish basking in the warm water. One of the big attractions is the restaurant Pezhinos n’ Areia. www.pezinhosnareia.com . It was much more simple when we first visited and less expensive too, but I would still consider it for a special lunch.
Of course, Tavira, my adopted home, can brag of a beach or two, but for the sake of brevity I’m going to refer you to an earlier post of mine. https://restlessjo.wordpress.com/2011/10/20/impressions-of-an-eastern-algarve-shoreline/
Armona This island was a strong competitor for my first post, “A is for”. It is unlike anywhere I’ve ever been before and I find it hugely charming. It’s reached by ferry out of the fishing port, Olhao, though you can also visit from tiny Fuseta, such is the length of these offshore islands of the Ria Formosa.
A path wends away from the harbour through myriad dwellings, many of them holiday lets, but they have enormous character. Driftwood and shells vie with the plants in the sandy front gardens. As you peak down the narrow lanes between them you catch glimpses of the sea and any one of them will take you to the shore. If you continue across the island you will come to the ocean facing beach- an endless expanse, sufficient enough even for me! There’s a beach bar here, or if you return to the harbour you have a choice of restaurants from which to look out across the water.
Barreta Another island. Are you sensing a theme going on here? Also known as Ilha Deserta, this is Portugal’s most southerly point, and a longer ride out of Faro harbour. Gazing down the beach there’s a real sense of isolation here, until of course, the ferry comes in. It’s not the place to find yourself in the height of summer as there’s absolutely no shade other than the restaurant O Estamine. Nevertheless it’s an enjoyable trip out with some compelling views. www.ilha-deserta.com
Once you head east from Faro airport, you reach the Algarve with which most people are familiar- red cliffs and golden sand speckled with rose. It’s just one long glorious beach, backed by a variety of resorts. Stacks puncture the sand and walking the cliff tops is a joy. Commerciality has spoilt some of it, but in low season the beaches from Vilamoura to Lagos are more relaxed and it’s possible still to enjoy the wonderful beaches that brought development to the area.
Praia de Marinha has some great memories for me. We walked the cliff top to Benagil one Spring day and were caught in a sudden downpour- from blue skies to hail stones, I kid you not!- and back to blue skies. The scenery was glorious and the fields full of flowers but I’ll never forget the disconsolate expression on my husband’s face as we trooped down the hill to the tiny cove at Benagil, rolled up umbrella in hand. He soon rallied after a warming café duplo in the beachside bar.
Burgau I’m rolling along to the west now, to a charismatic beach. The sandy cliffs are threaded with agave and aloe vera plants and after a swim (paddle in my case) there’s one of those beach bars where you could probably lose a day or two of your life.
Amado We’ve turned the corner now and are heading up the Atlantic coast, where the beaches are wilder and largely untamed. Small communities sit back off the beach and the campervan rules.
Praia de Odeceixe Oh, I loved this place! Billed as “surf city”, it was still quiet when we were there last May and the expanse of beach was the equal of anywhere I’ve been. You need good legs to get down and back up again, but there’s a rewarding little restaurant, Café Dorita, with good shelter from the winds but maintaining the views. I expand on my visit in http://www.simonseeks.com/travel-guides/praia-de-odeceixe-cautionary-tale__168002.
I’m still only at the Alentejo border and the beaches roll ahead of me. There are many more I’ve yet to visit, and I’m sure, many more that you can point me to. Please do join in, with your favourite Portuguese beaches and the stories that go with them. Be assured of my close attention. When it comes to beaches, I’m all ears.
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