WAGS 14 12 2022; Well, It Had To Happen, One Of These Days

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Only four of us gathered at Café João de Deus for this walk, apologies having been received from Ingrid, Frank, Dina, Hazel, Geraldine and Rod. 



 Starter photo duly taken,  we set off uptown and made our way to the Messines-Alte Railway Station where JohnH  realised that he had left the camera resting on a car bonnet outside the café. Well, he has left his camera behind several times before, often needing reminders from friends to go and pick it up. Maria, bless her cotton socks, raced all the way back to the café but, despite enquiries of the customers sitting outside, they had seen nothing and the camera was gone. 


Maria makes her way back and delivers the news. The Leader´s memory lapse cost us about 15 minutes delay, which would prove significant towards the end of the walk.
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Hey, ho! What´s gone is gone.


 After the station, there was a ten metre scramble to negotiate; this is part of the Via Algarviana... steeper than it looks....could do with some stone steps, or a rope.





We then retraced the route beside the railway line that we last did in March 2019, but when we came to the bit where TerryA used to lead us in another scramble up a hillside, we decided that those were the days and that now we would be a bit more discreet. So we walked the long way round the hill.

As they went, Myriam and JohnH recalled old songs , remarking how little of modern pop music is memorable , neither by words or by melody, in comparison with the old days..




Mare and colt watched us go past.


Eventually, we rejoined the original track where there is the Nora beside which the two Terries had burst into song some 12 years ago, 16th February 2011 to be exact.


This year´s crew thought that they could sing a little bit better than that and gave it a fair shot.




Maria´s birthday ?

Hung out to dry

Then we walked through an area where, judging by the display of their worldly goods, the residents seemed to prefer to live mostly outdoors.




By now, the rain clouds were gathering.


and protective gear became necessary






Another  birthday date. Myriam took this shot because of the date on the chimney, 1896, that being the  year JohnH´s father was born


Poço Alegre, Monte Boi.

Then, just as t we re-entered Messines below the railway station, the heavens really did open, a true cloud burst. 10 or 15 minutes earlier, we would have been home and dry. Maria and Myriam were given shelter by a kindly Messines resident, obviously a keen home gardener.




The Track and the Statistics



Glad to have made the 10 km parameter, and to have kept a reasonable moving speed for once.

Back at Café João de Deus for lunch, we were joined by Hazel and Geraldine and some of us received the attentions of the friendly Café cat, Zachariah by name I believe.



Very nicely grilled entremeada

Corvina disappeared, almost before the photographer could catch it

A Molotov, I believe

The sort of chocolate moussse that puts hairs on your chest

No name


Last week´s Quiz

The question was: What is the connection between these four panels?




Once again, there were no answers offered.

The answer is:-


Berne, Riga, Oslo and Lima.

And so to our closing music.


What else could it be.


Comments

  1. Myriam28 December 2022 at 05:30

    Another memorable walk with unusual events.
    Enjoyable, as always!

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