
Month: October 2015
I Wonder . . .
… just how many seeds there are in this single seed head,
What would YOU guess?
whatever, it’s a miracle.
A Bench for Conversation
As the days get shorter, cooler and much more damp I can’t help but look back on summer and wish it wasn’t leaving. I’m not a winter girl, and the misty, drizzly start to today wrapped around me and lowered my mood for most of the morning. A similar low seemed to have invaded several others in my office too, with one person talking constantly all day, but only to himself and all negative.
I’m at home now and it’s a new month for Jude’s bench challenge. I’ve had this month’s entry planned since June – remember June? those wonderful days when the sun didn’t set until nearly ten pm? That’s when I’m happiest. To be honest September has been pretty good as well, with an adventure in Portugal, where I found some more benches and wonderful places to explore.
I think Jude will know this bench, I’m sure she’s sat there and if she hasn’t she will!
It looks quite exotic doesn’t it? St Ives on a glorious day is just that, and this view is certainly worth lingering over, especially if you’ve already bought one of those Cornish ice creams.
Well, I seem to have cheered myself up, my next challenge is to not be grumpy tomorrow 🙂
Pop over and see Jude’s ‘Diana‘ bench if you can find it.
Cobbles and Blue Sky, a Tavira Stroll
The morning after I arrived in Tavira I was awake and up way before I heard my friend stirring. I was raring to go, so I went out to try to find my way around the neighbourhood and check out the distance to the bus station, as we planned to use public transport in the Algarve.
I walked over the level crossing and noticed a sign to the Estacao Rodoviaria, the bus station, but decided instead to take the cobbled one way street, Rua Dr Miguel Bombarda, down in the direction of the town.
I can’t stay on a path too long in a new place, and Tavira’s old town has many interesting and distracting little corners.

I couldn’t resist a closer look at this blue rooftop. There are many little single storey homes, and in the quiet of the morning, several elderly ladies greeted me as they popped from house to house for their early morning chats.

When I saw this street sign I decided to photograph it to help retrace my steps if I got hopelessly lost. That would be rare, but I had said I’d just be just half an hour. Next I went kind of diagonally through some streets that really shouldn’t have cars, but did. I managed to get to a main road which led to the bus station. The way was obvious so I didn’t follow it, but I did get a sneeky peep at the Bombeiros station – that’s where the firemen hang out girls 😉

There are tiled buildings everywhere and this one seemed to have some interesting structures behind it, I found out what they were eventually. Back into the maze and near the bottom end of Do Postigo, I recognise a building from photos I’d seen on the internet.

The Pousada Convento da Graca is now a smart hotel, but originally a convent built in the 16th century. It is supposedly beautifully restored, and has a Renaissance cloister and a Baroque staircase. It would be lovely for a short break, but personally too expensive for any longer. I wish I had remembered to go back for dinner or even just morning coffee, next time maybe.

Here’s a closer shot, I’d like the room with the tiny balcony, it would have a nice view of the public gardens opposite. I chatted to an English lady in the gardens. She was walking one of her three Dalmatians and she told me that the church up the hill was Santa Maria do Castelo, one of my must sees, but that it was shut most of the time. She did direct me to the one I really wanted to see, saying that it was always open. Just behind this one she said. I checked the door of Santa Maria and then looked just behind.

I see no church! but at the first corner the path opened up.
This silent square with views of the rooftops was scorching even at 9am. The tower had to be where I was heading, although there are around 36 churches in the city, so who knows? I had no doubt about the building facing me, it was the Palacio da Galeria, from the 16th century this handsome building now houses a museum of local history, as well as housing temporary exhibitions. I was an hour too early, so I’m adding it to my list of reasons to return to Tavira.


So with the tower in mind, the cobbled hill led me on down.


By now I’m wondering how on earth women wear heels in Tavira, I took four pairs of flat shoes on holiday with me, but already I couldn’t see any use for two of them. At the best my knees would be shot and there was potential for bone breakage!

One more corner and this is it, the Igreja da Misericordia. The exterior doesn’t look especially promising does it, but you’ll see. I took a peep in and got some useful information chatting to a lady at the desk, but then I headed back to the apartment – I’d said I’d be half an hour, my time was up and there was lots more to explore. I went back to the Misericordia later in the day, so I’ll show you the inside in another post.
This post is for Jo’s Monday Walk, I hope you enjoyed it and didn’t get your heels caught in the cobbles. Maybe you have a walk to share this week?
An Exercise Thankfully
Wednesday was the last day of September and probably my last ‘straight from work’ seaside trip to Exmouth this year. Fish and chips as usual, but not much of a stroll as I have a sprained ankle. Sue and I found a bench out of the breeze, to watch the world go by.

We were in the shelter of the lifeboat station, and look what peeped out.

There’s been a lifeboat station at Exmouth for more than 200 years, and last year alone there were 84 launches and they helped 64 people. Just two days earlier the crew rescued a man cut off by the tide on the Exe estuary. Wednesday was an exercise night for the new Shannon class boat, R and J Welburn.
I’m sure they are very proud of this handsome boat, here it goes,

assisted by a tractor type thingy!

down the ramp.

Last checks and it’s gone into the fading light.
And there’s a boundary to keep you safe on the ramp.
The RNLI is ‘the charity that saves lives at sea’, so far today there have been 16 launches in the waters of Great Britain. Courageous men and women, thank you.
A Soft Boundary
In the south east of Portugal, the river Guadiana forms a boundary between it and Spain. The Portuguese/Spanish border is an open one, so I’d say it’s a soft boundary.
The town of Vila Real de Santo Antonio is in Portugal,and there is a regular ferry to Ayemonte, in Spain.

Before you know it, you’re on your way.

Look up the Guadiana and you’ll see the lowest road bridge that crosses the boundary.

On board the beauty that breaks the boundary.


The very pretty town of Ayemonte waits when you leave the ferry. If you’re in the eastern Algarve, for the modest sum of 1 euro 60 each way you can have this day trip to Spain. It has to be one of the loveliest boundary crossings I’ve made for so little money.
Do you have a boundary to share with the Daily Post? Ben Huberman would love to see!
Lazy Poet’s Thursday Tanka

Stilt stands listening
with its sixth sense on alert
stamping its pink feet
divining oysters for lunch
from beneath the brackish pool