Jo’s Monday walk : Around Salir

You knew I’d end up back in the Algarve hills eventually, didn’t you?  I love to travel the scenic route up the N2 to Barranco do Velho.  When you look back down, the vivid blue of the sea has faded to a smokey distant haze.  This is cork territory and the ancient holm oaks enfold you as you turn off towards Salir, on the N124, in the foothills of the serra.

It’s a small village, notable for its loftily perched water tower, but one that is often bypassed in favour of prettier Alte or the mighty Rocha da Pena.

I didn’t have to worry too much about my route as I was following a walk leader.  What I did have to worry about was keeping up with the ‘Striders’. Not so easy to focus on the beauty all around whilst keeping half an eye on the walkers.  Blink, and they’d gone!  From the sports stadium at the back of the village we were quickly out onto a country lane, with views across to the Rocha, standing proud in the distance.

Oops!  Don’t miss that sign!  The trail leads steeply uphill (the Striders do seem to love hills!) to the left of the house.  Calla lilies caught my eye, and another of those precious water tanks, so vital for the hot summers.

There’s not a lot to tell about Salir.  It’s a sleepy place, with a benign 16th century church and a few castle ruins from the 12th century, keeping watch over the surrounding fields.  The softly curving Serra de Caldeirao forms a lovely backdrop.

It’s a lovely time of year.  The colours sing out, begging you to capture them.  So what, if I get left behind!

It would be well worthwhile, because look what I found, growing in the long, damp grass.  Wild orchids!  They are so exciting!

A quick scurry to catch up, but there are a couple of signposts.  This walk crosses the Via Algarviana, which spans the Algarve from Alcoutim in the east right across to Sagres in the west.  All around, the cistus are cheering me on, their crushed paper faces turned to the sun.

On this walk we’d been asked to bring a picnic, a bit of a disappointment to those of us who relish the usual restaurant stop at the end.  A couple of stone benches by a fonte made a good resting place, then we were striding off again.

I often remark to people that the Algarve is full of surprises.  Passing the cemetery at Palmeiros and an oddly colourful wall, we crossed over a bridge and made a right turn down a narrow country lane.  Expect the unexpected!

A battered drum kit in the garden told the unlikely tale.  The rest of the walk seemed almost anticlimactic after that, as we meandered back towards Salir.  The pace of the walk slowed after lunch, allowing more opportunity to chat.  Another water wheel or two and we were back where we started.

That’s the first of my recent Algarve walks completed.  I hope you enjoyed it.  Let’s put the kettle on now and see where everyone else has been.

Thanks so much everybody, for your company and kind comments each week.  I love walking with you.  If you’d like to share a walk, the details are on my Jo’s Monday walk page.  If not, just sit back and enjoy!


I do like to introduce someone new on my walks, especially when the scenery is this good.  Meet Chandi  :

The Pathway of the Gods- Italy’s Most Stunning Hike

Versailles seems a long time ago to me, but Drake has brought it all back!

More glimpses of Paris

Lady Lee has been cavorting in water parks with the family :

Our Subic experience

Opulence personified from Jackie this week!

Hearst Castle

Richard has a crack at climbing the highest cliff in Cornwall :

Cracking Crackington Haven

While my Sunshine friend is making the most of the blossom in our capital :

London- A Walk in thePark 

And please, don’t anyone accuse Woolly of being full of hot air!


If it’s not broken, don’t fix it!  Or, in Paula’s case, take a wonderful shot…


Can you imagine being smothered in cherry blossom?  Cathy can!  She’s in Tokyo at sakura time :

Cherry blossoms in the rain at Shinjuku Gyoen

Denzil has begun a new undertaking which proves, yet again, that Belgium has quite a lot to offer :

GR121, Stage 1: Wavre to La Roche

Does this look familiar to you?  Yes- me too!

Walking in Florence

I even accept wordless walks!  Especially when shared with my lovely friend, Meg :

Wordless walks : Jemisons Beach and headland

Finally, some great hills for rolling your paste eggs down, with Kathryn :

My weekly ramble

Wonderful, aren’t they?  It’s been a bit cool and damp in my part of the UK this weekend, but then, it was a Bank Holiday.  I hope you’ve had a good Easter celebration, and maybe a bit of walking?

Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Plains


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.