Coinciding with the dark story I’m reading, we're now in the hills again, passing through Penela to Castanheria with proper cycling again, exploring the countryside, enjoying the views and marvelling at the ancient engineering of the notable 'stone villages'. In this area of rural Portugal, we marvel too at the speed of a couple of farm dogs who spotted us on a climb, from their track, on the other side of a narrow valley. They shoot out from a standing start, like greyhounds from the trap and we're the lure that they'll chase until they catch us. Usually dogs will stop at the end of their farm track, but not these two. They hit the bend and pursue us uphill. It's the fastest I've ridden for awhile and Richard nobly has a stand-off with them while I get away and then resorts to his excellent missile throwing skills as their owner shouts feeble admonitions at them from the house. There are a few badly fenced in dogs around here and not just the pair of shep...
First week January 13th-21st Travelling in a camper van means we can run away from bad weather and change plans as we go, so we headed south after a rough crossing, to Lisboa where we’ve spent the week. The wooded campsite is in a big national park close to the city. It’s huge and in the summer full of families around the pool and the park farm. In winter it’s quiet. We’ve made friends with the Campsite cats, the donkey, goats, potbelly, pig, chickens, and one sheep. It’s the perfect place for the other joy – exploring the city and the park by bike. City cycling is not for the faint hearted, tramlines and cobbles add to the usual hazards but it’s great for food-market hopping and sightseeing. We can move quickly, see backstreets and get the views that other tourists wouldn’t see. Catching a train with a bike is easy here. We’ve headed west to Sintra and cycled back along the coast. Go, go, go Friday 13th Jan (I know!) I've never felt so prepared for a trip or an adventure....
Saturday 18th - 23rd February: Granada This little campsite in La Zubia outside Granada, is 61 years old. It’s tiny and an oasis of peace and calm. Particularly the little terrace by the swimming pool, which is out of use over the winter season, but the perfect place to do my daily routine of a short workout and yoga practice, and a place to come to think and write. This is the first campsite where we’ve been in a section with little vans like ours which is fun. It's like a little street in the neighbourhood. We’re greeted by friendly youngsters who look like they’re doing up a van and some other friends of theirs, who make it feel a little like a festival campsite, in a nice way. They’re playing music through a speaker and have a little table with crochet items and jewellery for sale. What seemed a good idea during the day drove me mad at 11pm when the bass beat thudded through the campsite. After a quiet word at the office the following night was quieter. We spend 5 night...
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