I’m taking you back to Fonte Filipe and the peace of the countryside this week. This time we will head towards Querença, a small but lovely village, high in the Algarve hills. I know it best for the Sausage Festival in January, and nearby Fonte de Benemola, a lovely oasis of green. This was a warm day of beautiful skies, and good company. We started out in shade and headed up through the trees, relishing the simple joy of being alive.
Almond blossom has dwindled and the nuts are on their way, but in these rolling Algarve seasons there’s always something to admire.
If you’re not fond of rust hued farm equipment, maybe a tumble down cottage or two will catch your eye? It’s a great place to indulge your ‘house in the country’ fantasies. With a few, stubborn roses clinging to a weathered wall, and perhaps a shady bench.
There are signs and markings to keep you on track, though dilly dawdling as I often do, it’s easy to get left behind. Usually we’ll have a back marker, or good shepherd, tasked with keeping the flock together.
Today I’m transfixed by the cloud patterns overhead. Just lately there have been very few of these loiterers, tracing patterns in the blue. Gnarled trees snag my attention too. It’s no wonder I so often get left behind.
Passing through a tiny hamlet, I’m further distracted by the harvesting of carobs. The farm hand is only too happy to pause in his labours to smile and give a thumbs up. We’re not far from Querença now.
At the heart of the village lies a magnificent square, the church looming over it protectively. It’s a fine spot for a coffee, but the leaning pines suggest that you might sometimes need to huddle indoors. It’s high and exposed here, the chapel nestled quietly, further down the hill.
Just past the chapel, if you keep your eyes peeled, you’ll find a little turn off signed Beco dos Faiscas. This leads down a lovely old cobbled path, beneath shady trees. Just around a bend, something that looks like a small seat- what my mother would have called a ‘cracket’- to sit a spell.
A well maintained flagged path leads through the valley. Beside some rushes, an abandoned mill wheel hints at former occupation. A ‘for sale’ sign adorns an ornately topped post, and then the mill house appears, behind a hedge of extravagant crimson.
All too soon the walk is over, and you’re back at Fonte Filipe, no doubt wondering what’s to eat. Can I tempt you with the ‘arroz doce’?
There are other choices, of course, but we’ll save them for another day. Hope you enjoyed the walk!
Just a word of warning! I won’t be posting Jo’s Monday walk next week, but I’ll share any walks that arrive in the meantime the following week. Meanwhile, please do read and enjoy these.
Cheryl’s Skywalk takes walking to a whole new level. You’ll love it!
Something much gentler, and with a beautiful back story, from Suzanne :
Did you visit Delphi, with Debbie? It looks phenomenal!
Citrus Avenue! How sweet does that sound? Share it with Alice :
Not everyone is so lucky with the weather, as Jackie will tell you!
But it’s all relative. It’s good to be happy with what you have :
A little grey in Denmark too, but there’s no place like home, is there, Drake?
She asks some daft questions, but Jude takes wonderful photographs. Can you tell, the lady loves plants? :
Share a little romance with Carol?
And follow ‘light spun with gold’ across northern Spain, with Cathy :
Becky’s beaten me to it with this one! I never thought I’d get to walk on water, but I did!
I hope to post my take on the Smuggler’s Festival later this week, but I won’t be walking with you next Monday. My son and partner are arriving soon, with a lively 6 year old, and I suspect I’ll have my hands full. I’ll be back with a walk in 2 weeks time. Take care till then!