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.
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!
I have been intrigued by Sue’s series A Cup of Coffee and a Book. They are both things that I am seldom without when I’m at home. It’s hotting up in my part of the world and a shady corner is becoming essential. Sue is far more talented with her camera than me and has managed to include herself in some of the images. When Debbie joined in, I knew I had to have a go. Both ladies are an inspiration. Take a look!
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 could well have called this Top Specimen? I have one that I was gifted but it’s now looking a shadow of its former self. I have high hopes for mine’s recovery, one of these days, but if it ever looks like this I’ll be thrilled. Meanwhile, in Praca Dr. António Padinha in Tavira, there is a wonderful old building. Yes, it’s one of many that need renovation, but if you have a few pennies to spare? Top project! The location is perfect.
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!
Closer to home with this one, but ready to set sail, whenever permission is granted. We’re running out of time for #SquareTops. Happy Sunday!
Happy birthday, Becky! Just a little cake to celebrate with, and a few flowers from the riverside gardens. You might remember sitting on one of those benches with your lovely Mum, eating ice cream? Wishing you a wonderful day! And of course, I have to say it in #SquareTops.
Following on from last week’s walk down to the sea, I suggested I’d take you around a few of the country lanes and tracks, almost on my doorstep. When we first bought our house in Tavira, there was very little property behind us. From the rooftop we not only had our lovely sea view, but tree tops and greenery rolling away into the gentle hills. Time, and development, being what it is, much of this is now interspersed with rooftops. But it still only takes 5 or 10 minutes to be in open countryside.
When we direct people to our home we always say, stay on the E125 road through Tavira and take the turn off signed Fonte Salgada at the roundabout. Our peaceful estate is on the left hand side, but if you continue on, you will be directed towards an animal sanctuary and a chapel. This is the area known as Capelinha, a small scale but quite beautiful land of orchards.
Quinta de Capelinha lies not far along the road. This was once the home of Manuel Joaquim Tavares Pais de Sousa e Andrade, Viscount and Baron, as well as Councilor and Mayor of Tavira, back in the 19th century. The derelict family chapel sits by the roadside, abutted by a modern home and horticultural business, which specialises in fruit trees.
Today we will stay on the country road to Fonte Salgada, but there are several turn offs- narrow trails that weave in and around the orchards.
I pause to admire ripening carobs, and somewhere distant I can hear the sound of bells and the bleating of a lamb whose mother is out of sight. The next turn off is ours, but just ahead lies the village of Fonte Salgada itself. Should we take a look?
Sleepy in the midday sun, there’s not a lot to the village. A café, closed at the minute, but no shop, so far as I could see. A grain or cattle store, and a well. Nowhere to spend your Saturday pocket money.
The road leads on up into the hills and I turn back to continue my walk. There has been plentiful rain this Spring, a relief after a long, dry Winter. The fields overflow with wildflowers and the air is scented with the heady aroma of orange blossom.
Figs ripen on the bough and the grass ripples with daisies. The eloquence of the sky is a constant source of pleasure.
You’ve seen that last house before. From wide, sweeping views I’ve turned down one of the many tracks leading back towards home. Here I can dither and dawdle at will, eye picking out subjects that appeal. Those little rock cairns seem to be flourishing. And don’t the limes look exquisite?
The potato vines play hide and seek with the daisies, and a brave few remaining rock cistus turn their pretty faces up to the sun. Plants I cannot name still have the power to enchant. A stony path climbs gently past wizened olive trees and I’ve not far to go. The air feels fresh and alive, raindrops clinging on in more sheltered places.
I am taking this opportunity to link to Jude’s #2020 Photo Challenge. I know the vistas will appeal. There are quite a few converging lines, and she never can resist a plant or two. Funnily enough she is wandering down Cornish lanes in her post this morning. A sign of the times?
A lovely wander with Jude :
I had to include this one from Cathy. I was with her every step of the way!
Serendipity has Sheetal in another of Cathy’s destinations. Not strictly a walk, but too beautiful to leave out :
Rupali takes us to another beautiful city. I hope to follow her, one day :
Natalie stays close to home, but still finds beauty :
Wherever he is, Drake is always perceptive :
And Eunice, too, is staying in her own neck of the woods :
That likeable rogue, Jonno, is still out and about, with his missus :
Just the name of this one wins me over! Thanks, Alice :
Janet’s Monday walking again! And any other day she can get out and about :
Becky looks back on (or forward to 🙂 ) an Algarve favourite :
Let’s close with Cathy. No-one is more prolific! I love this symphony in blue :
I can occasionally get lost in these lanes, my sense of direction being lamentable. I hope you enjoyed wandering with me. Have a good week, stay safe, and see you next time!