I’m not very good at following Jude’s directives, but as I wandered back into town from an evening stroll up the river, I had to pause to admire the sun’s fading light. I love the way it radiates across the sky. So peaceful! Join in at 2020 Photo Challenge #21.
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!
Often when I’m walking, or we’re driving, I’ll have those ‘wonder where that goes?’ moments. Sometimes I never find out. A week or two ago the other half gave in to one of my impulses, and lived to regret it! We were walking in the back lanes, here in the Algarve, not far from our home. Close to the pretty Ermida de Nossa Senhora de Saude, that you saw last week, a rust brown dirt track leads up and over a hill. Well… what are we waiting for? I need to know where it goes.
I’ve discovered an affinity with clouds. Not those solid grey things, that blanket out the sun and planes have to carve their way through, but the soft-edged wisps that drift into the distance. I love to watch them float over a hill, or sail out to sea. More interesting than seamless blue sky.
Something else that fascinates- the rock formations with their crumpled, lived-in faces and wrinkly frowns. And often a thatch of green clinging to the tops. Here and there the skeleton of a tree, once ravaged by fire, still clings to life.
The motorway interrupts the scenery for a few brief moments, empty as it often was, even before the virus, and I get my bearings. The trail heads north to meet up with a few inland villages. As always, there’s a ruin at the crest of the hill.
With a magnificent view to the distant sea. The trail undulates gently, a carpet of wild flowers on either side. Can you see the bee hives down below? You would think that with all that nectar they’d be contented, happy creatures, but that was not the case.
Suddenly my husband gave a cry. He’d been stung on the lip. The creature was in angry mood and a few minutes later he’d been stung again, on the back of the head. A dark cloud threatened our morning.
I was lucky. I wasn’t the victim. For a while we walked very cautiously, but then the beauty of the surrounds, and a sign pointing the way home, lifted my spirits. A conical house, all alone, would make a perfect sanctuary.
Before long we were walking beneath the motorway and back down the Fonte Salgada road, into Tavira. Kettle on for a well-earned cuppa.
Time to share a few more walks. Thanks to all of you for keeping them coming!
I love it when I meet someone else who loves our great outdoors. Meet Donna!
Janet has something rather delightful to share this week. Well, two somethings, really!
While Natalie shares the beauty of a very wise tree :
Blossom and peaceful scenes on Debbie’s home patch too :
And you can always enjoy a good gallivant with Anabel :
Or a jaunt round Lancashire with Eunice :
Even a smile or two with Drake :
Cee has joined us again this week. How did she know I love figs?
Only for the more intrepid amongst you, but you’ll certainly enjoy looking over Kelly’s shoulder :
And touring some of the world’s most beautiful artworks, with Cathy :
It’s 18th May. Another landmark in restoring life to ‘normal’. Today restaurants are allowed to open, with 50% capacity and other restrictions that will make the dining out experience far less carefree than it once was. There are no tourists so we must continue to try and support them. I’ll let you know how it goes. Meanwhile, have a good week and many thanks for your company.
Being here makes my heart happy
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.
My current walks from home can be repetitious, but there are many ways to add variety. Let’s see how much you recognise as we wander through a few lanes and back along the river. We’ve looked over this wall together, though I don’t remember the horses. And how about that rock, shaped like a bottle-nosed dolphin? I very nearly missed the cairn, nestling among the boulders.
My husband is an avid litter picker, a practise I find tedious, though sadly necessary, so I have developed a keen eye for distracting details. Passing motorists must wonder what I’m staring at, while he scours the roadsides. A minute flower, shy in grassy surrounds, or a fragile cluster of froth, swaying to tantalise with the slightest puff of breeze. A straying guinea fowl. Though two’s company. If I’m really lucky, a butterfly to follow, hopefully, as it flits from nectar to nectar.
I develop new enthusiasms as the season ticks over, forsaking poppies reluctantly, but delighted by thistles and their many lilac hues. Morning glory has such a pretty name. Solagnum, not so much. Small, pure white cistus, I love, and the ever faithful rose.
At the Ermida da Nossa Senhora de Saude we carry on towards the river. In the bright sunlight I imagine the spikey agave leaves as a dinosaur, stalking its prey. Suddenly a shower hits, and we scamper for the scant shelter.
Minutes later the sun is beaming again, and it’s on down the road to Tavira, the wildflowers making cheerful company.
But it’s not all as pretty as a picture. Beneath the railway bridge, graffiti lurks.
And then you’re welcomed by the riverside walk, with its feast of flowers, and a view I’ve come to love.
Increasingly Tavira has become a tourist town. It’s easy to see why, but I have to admit to preferring it without them, so this little sojourn has its advantages. I can’t help smiling with pride, though, when someone stands by ‘my’ river, admiring.
Time to share some of your walks. Many thanks for continuing to walk with me. I love your company!
Leading off with Debbie, and a place that I know rather well :
Cheryl shows us a little more of enchanting South Korea :
It comes in all shapes and sizes. Drake shares his from Denmark :
And Colline from her home in Montreal
While the woods are greening up nicely for Margaret :
And Jude swirls us into a lesson on beautiful Bluebells :
Karen shows us a seriously empty Sydney!
And Janet takes us on a postcard walk 🙂 :
Denzil is as informative as ever. He’s my Belgium expert :
Always worth climbing a hill for a glimpse of water. Thanks, Irene!
And Sandra is so glad to be back!
It’s always worth following Cathy, to see what colourful thing her eye has found this time :
I’ll have another walk for you next week, and then we’ll see how it goes. Around the world we are starting to look beyond the grip of this virus. I look forward to a day when we can walk without restraint. Till then, stay safe!
No beach walks until June 1st!
The State of Emergency in Portugal is to be lifted from Monday, 4th May, in gradual stages. I’m not happy that beaches won’t reopen until 1st June.
I’ll just have to make do! There are worse places to be, and plenty of curves and clouds to play with. 2020 Photo Challenge #17
So many varieties! Thanks, Jude! Or you can always be playful with Debbie’s wonderful Six Words. Either way, have a great weekend!
Ending on a high! Castle walls, churches, a camera obscura in a water tower, and wonderful tessoura rooftops. Is it any wonder I love this place?
#SquareTops Thanks, Becky! You are a star! See you next time.
I had to include this one for Becky. The Military Bridge in Tavira, a ‘temporary structure’ for 29 years, is finally making way for something sleeker and more modern. From a health and safety point of view, definitely an improvement. Aesthetically speaking, time will tell…
I make no apologies for being back among the salt marshes today, for they always captivate me. Especially when powder puff clouds drift away to the horizon in a pure blue sky, or luxuriate in salty sand puddles. It’s a landscape that changes mood with the weather; sullen and drab, until the sun sweeps aside the muted colours, bathing them, and me, in warmth and light.
As with Changing Reality I’m heading for the sea, but this time in an easterly direction, towards the small resort, Cabanas. A cycle path renders this area a hazard to walkers in peak times, but today I’m breaking new ground for me and striking out into the marshes.
You probably don’t recognise the cyclist’s bridge over the River Almargem from this angle, dwarfed as it is by the railway bridge. I always hope to catch a train trundling across, but it never happens. Turning my back on the bridges, I follow the river. Far better than trains, I have the prospect of flamingos in this calm stretch of water. And sure enough, there they are! Tiny at first, in the distance.
I hope to startle them a little, for they are beautiful in flight, but they remain oblivious and eventually I tear myself away. The way ahead looks promising. Behind me, a shimmering lagoon of water. The flamingos, mere specks.
I follow the curve of the rough path, towards the open sea at first, but then curving back around the salt pans.
The sludge and caramel colours and soft reflections blend together with the azure sky.
As I near the salt mountain I wonder at the giant ‘needle’ suspended in the sand. We’re approaching my Hula ladies again, graceful in the breeze.
There are two choices now- a return via the Salinas estate, or to continue on towards Fort Rato and back into Tavira that way. I opt for the first, and am gratified to snatch a photo of the train hurtling along.
One last look from the cyclist’s bridge and home to put the kettle on, another 9 or 10km completed. I’m sure there must be cake as a reward. I’m linking again with Jude’s #2020 Photo Challenge. This week she’s looking at curved lines and I feel sure I have a number here. No squares for me today, but #SquareTops does share a strong connection with salt.
I’m very lucky to have some lovely people following this blog. Drake is assuredly one of them :
Skywalker holds the line (no, not Luke!)
And a quiet little lady can show you Korean cherry blossoms in all their glory :
Experience the beauty of her world with Rupali :
Staying close to her new home, Janet loves the morning too :
While Amanda is happy to introduce you to her Home by the Sea :
And Eunice has found a new walk, close by :
Indra will very happily take you to Central Park :
While Colline is taking her books for a walk :
Chocolates, anyone? Sorry, there aren’t any, but Natalie has the recipe for staying fit and well :
I always enjoy a stroll with Flavia. And this time I’m singing…Wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen!
While Su tempted me into a fabulous garden with her beguiling title :
And Irene looks back at London as it once was, and will be again :
A feast of photography from Cathy this week :
And in a completely different style, but no less beautiful, Lynn shares her world :
I hope you found something to enjoy here with me today. I’ll be back walking next Monday. Stay safe till then!
I hope this is not too indiscreet a subject for a Sunday. I didn’t know who to feel sorriest for, our topless friend or his smart neighbour. A not uncommon sight, here in Portugal. There’s a whole lot of sewing going on at #SquareTops this morning. Have a nice day!