WAGS 2024 01 17: Paul´s Rant, or Mony A Mickle Maks A Muckle.
Neither of these subjects, however fascinating they are to to me personally, seem likely to encourage the casual reader of these Blogs to read much further. But then. like manna from Heaven, a rant arrived on WhatsApp from Paul our Emeritus Founder and Chief Blogger (his words not mine), a rant which deserves to be preserved for generations to come on a less ephemeral platform than WhatsApp, and so I hasten use it as the bulk of this particular edition. Whether it merits the description that Rod gives it in his Leader´s Report (A Whinging Obloquy), or something more flattering I leave it to you to decide. I shall say no more.
Rod´s Report first, and then Paul´s Rant:-
ROD
A brief report on last Weds walk...how brief depends on Blogger John of course, but maybe he will bear in mind reader exhaustion following the recent whinging obloquy emanating from the non-active* President/CEO/Editor (unelected as per EU norms) of WAGS WhatsApp Group Inc. (* non-active ? See later for Myriam´s comment on this. Ed). Should we perhaps consider forming an editorial committee? But I digress.
The day dawned wet and miserable but a quick check around produced no drop outs and all....John, Hazel, Tania, Antje, Myriam and Rod...gathered as proposed at Cantino de Rosa in Odeáxere. Bar Lopo was closed so a quick vote suggested a restaurant in Mexilhoeira would be an alternative for lunch. Much time and chatter was spent reserving a table. Walking around Bravura entails a short drive up to the dam carpark so it was 10.30 before we set off.
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| Why JohnH was waving a tree, no one knows |
Apart from the odd walker and mountain biker we came across no one and we eventually descended to the lakeside track...still many metres above the water level, of course.... when Antje took a fall, luckily no major damage
the flow of blood was stemmed....
quite like old times
and then we made our way back to the dam........
Myriam revealing en route more secrets about Paul than he maybe would have liked
The walk was of normal WAGS (as currently understood) length....8k... and time 3 hrs (would have been under had we got on with it a bit). Booking the table for 1 pm was always going to be too ambitious so Chris and Paul were obliged to impatiently wait, so impatiently that Paul didn't wait long evidently.. The eventual lunch was apparently up to scratch as to quality but maybe of excessive quantity since much of it seemed to find its way into assorted Doggy or Pussy Bags.
Illustrating the Scottish proverb, it takes many small streams to fill a big reservoir. We need a lot more rain.
And now Paul´s Rant :
Dear
Leaders, I received this rant from 'Hangry of Lagos' which requires
consideration and action!
It has come to my attention that a
certain person is (or persons are ) engaged in a subversive attempt
to undermine the natural graceful regression of the WAGS from a
strong, fit walking group to a resourceful and gregarious Dining
Society. The Emeritus Founder and Chief Blogger (his words, not mine: Ed.) has been emotionally
engaged in directing the Group towards shorter and flatter strolls
and longer and more fattening Gourmet Après Walk Dining and Banter
sessions.
A rigorous standard was set of <10km or <3 hours
and minimal vertical activity, for regular season walks, preferably
starting before 10am and finishing NO LATER THAN 1pm for feet under
the table and belt strainer. Unfortunately he (the E.F & C.B.)
has been hors de combat for installation of spare parts and
maintenance and has thus been unable to maintain rigorous discipline
personally
Sedition commenced with a few WAGS claiming that they
did not lunch or excusing themselves with various other imaginary reasons. However things are
becoming far more serious in recent weeks, not only because of the
excessive length of walks planned, (or usually unplanned,) but also
because of leaders becoming temporarily uncertain of position and
also DAWDLING or, as it was once known, dragging of feet. Over 3
hours for less than 8km of easy ambling is an execrable performance
by any standards.
The able First Lieutenant, who reports back to
him (the E.F & C.B.) after each walk, has done her best to
enforce standards by booking tables for a strict sit down time, but
in recent weeks these deadlines have been flouted, forcing her to
make plaintive calls to restaurateurs for leeway. Poor Chris has been
tasked with arriving before time to show evidence of good faith by
manning the reserved spaces, but has on many occasions been left
sitting and sipping slowly for an inordinate time until the laggers
arrived. Another loyal supporter has also been at the table waiting
to eat but because of recalcitrance was forced to leave 'hangry' on
one occasion to see to his transport fleet , and on this the latest
(stimulus for this rant) walk. being well on the way to the proposed
venue for a 1pm start, baled out after a call from the Lieutenant
saying that they were well over half an hour late.
This is not
Playing the Game. The Wednesday Antediluvian Gourmet Society (ex
Walkers) must be allowed to flourish gracefully before fading away.
Well, quite obviously, we shall have to pull our socks up. Walking and talking are not mutually exclusive activities. Let´s see how we do next week.
And now to the Lunch which Myriam arranged on the hoof by phone at Petisqueira A Oficina, Mexilhoeira Grande. Despite his long wait there, Chris seemed remarkably cheerful when we eventually arrived.
| Grão de galinha |
| Feijoada de buzinas |
| One of the best entremeadas I´ve had in a long time |
| Clever meia de leite |
and Hazel has the last word on that with this picture of hers of the other girls and their boots:-














John's skilful writing has reminded us, once again, of the power, danger and wickedness of journalism! Reporting only excerpts of the event, thus misleading the readers from the true story!
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