“If I couldn’t use my hands, I’d be speechless,” Linda declared. There are times when her astute observations bring us … Continue reading Once upon a time?
“Silly beggars, they should be shopping.” muttered Linda as her feet swam through ankle deep mud. We had just passed … Continue reading Far from the madding crowd
“Can you show your wristband please?” I asked the young lad in a brightly coloured Christmas jumper. He waved a … Continue reading Silent Night
“That’s a 100 tonne crane,” he said, looking at the jacked up crane lorry on the river bank. “The bridge … Continue reading Monday meanderings
As a mainly Catholic country, Portugal embraces Christmas with markets, decorations, nativity scenes and whole villages lit up and dedicated … Continue reading Summer in December
“Walk?” queried the young lady in the Tourist Office. Her face had momentarily showed something reminscent of borderline amazed horror … Continue reading A plethora of palaces
“There are hills everywhere, even on the pavement,” noticed Jonathan as we headed off in search of the Hard Rock … Continue reading A Portuguese day in the hills