The Algarve

Algarve The cold northerly wind has died down if it wants to blow it can do so in July and August when the heat is unpleasant, and the birds and I sit under or in trees the time of year when the sun is an enemy. It is the immense clear sky in Algarve that attracts me, not the beaches, and the smell of suntan lotion I can do without. No other country has such pure air it brings the best in people even the Nordic become mellow and malleable in Portugal. We are having lunch in Albufeira they tend to cater for the English palate, food without garlic and onions are not food, I rather drive to Almodovar and eat Pernil with cabbage and inhale the aroma of garlic, but not today, perhaps next week if all is well with the world