What a cracking beach it is too. Rocky cliffs being continually battered by the Atlantic swell are to my back offering enticing walks. To my front in the distance is a huge wide sandy beach with foaming white and blue rolling waves sweeping it billiard table smooth. A large sand spit rooted in acres of sand dunes is stopped by the rising cliffs and separated from them by a freshwater outflow. This has formed a large and shallow lake between the big car park where I and several others are and the sandspit.
A bracing fight with cold, furious and foaming Atlantic rollers followed by a gentle dip in the warm freshwater lake rinses off the salt and places me firmly in Heaven! Even Tanya without too much fuss swam halfway across the lake. Mind you I had to wade waist deep alongside and encourage her to keep going but she did it and seemed really pleased with herself as she dashed through the shallows and raced like a mad thing up and down the large sandspit.
Early in the morning is simply gorgeous. Before the land heats up and the cool onshore breeze starts to assert itself. I have to admit this mornings early doors skinny dip was definitely preferable to conventional washing!
This is a part of west coast Algarve I have not explored before. While Barbara was here we did a little of it just above Sagres. We found a lovely surf beach full of topless young things and surfers of various ability skimming down the short sharp steep waves. The motorhome had to be parked some way away though so we headed inland across the rural tracks and enjoyed a night in empty but beautiful countryside.
This place though .... well in some way it is a bit poignant as I know just how Barbara would have loved it. Next time Barbara. Next time.
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