Ah, fill the Cup : - what boots it to repeat
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How Time is slipping underneath our Feet :
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Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY,
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Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!
And 5 good WAGS and true (Rod, Mike, Chris, Myriam, Paul) did gather at the appointed hour in Lidl cafe, where the symbolic first bica of the day was downed by most, Myriam having already broached hers at home. We set off in good spirits for the first steep climb up behind Lidl, where we came across this piece of treasure. A Renault Clio covered with fragments of tile and mirror tile, which looked far more glamorous than ever before thanks to the not inconsiderable labour of a local artist. The schedule called for another bica at Continente, but the leader skilfully avoided that, as it was a bit too soon, and we set off into the Lagos Rural Wilderness between Continente, the new link road, and the 125. Here we came upon a superbly sited windmill, and the speculators present wondered about the development potential of the plot and the adjacent ruins. BEFORE AFTER From here we worked our way towards InterMarche, where the assembled company did take a pit stop and down a coffee. Next was a nice piece of artwork on an underpass. The inscription read " Untangle yourself" and on the small lock, "and leave your shit behind!" |
(by Rod)
Taking heed of the advice we headed down towards the Avenida past the Bombeiros and their collection of antique fire appliances, through the old cobbles, and came across this building site, which apparently was being attempted by an Englishman.
It looked like a delicate operation surrounded with other houses and the street being about 3 m. wide only.
From there we went back through the town and along the Avenida past the fish market. The planned trip over the bascule Bridge and back over the New Old Dona Maria II Bridge was abandoned as we had dawdled sufficiently to reach our 3 hour limit, and we reached the shade of Cafe do Bairro, where we partook of a celebratory pair of abatonados, a meia de leite, a bica pingado, and a fruit juice, and three of us scarfed the famous triptych tosta mista com tomate, (Myriam appropriated one panel of my tryptych,) while the one that needed building up the most had a mini pastel de natas.
Very satisfied we adjourned towards midday.
Our total distance was 9.5 km, moving time 2 hrs 20 and total time 3 hrs 15, which was quite respectable, considering the educational nature of the stroll.
| Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh |
| "My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry : |
| But, fill me with the old familiar Juice, |
| Methinks I might recover by-and-bye!" |
Additional material q.v. comment by Rod
No I'm not sniffing it!
Too late! It's got my finger!







