Portugal, more accurately the Algarve on the Mediterranean coast was the venue for a family break with my mother, who has endured a bereavement and hip replacement in the last 12 months. We decided to give her a treat and bring her back to the village of Alvor and rekindle some fond and happy memories of better times for her. I had forgotten to mention to her that October in Portugal is smack in the middle of the migration, but she wouldn’t have listened any way! So here we are and things are going well.
Thursday.
An early morning walk at sunrise, (thankfully, not until 7.55) was exciting and fruitful. Literally at the back of the Hotel lthere are the remains of a quinta (small farmhouse) and cultivated
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