Sadly, I had a pain in the neck, though not for the usual reasons, so was unable to evaluate this walk first hand, and provide a succinct statistical analysis, enlivened by the colour commentary that is so beloved of the many WAGS Blog afficionados.
The leader was so overcome emotionally by my absence, that she felt unable to commit her feelings to the blog, so it befell Rod , for the sake of completeness to provide a short summary, and Myriam entrusted me with a few captioned photos.
Here goes:- photo comments by Myriam, Text by Rod, comments on comments by Paul
Everyone arrived on time. (As if that wasn't normal for WAGS!) (Taken by a passer-by)
Ingrid marched Myriam, Tony, Frank (good to see you back again!), Janet, Janette and Rod off into the northern slopes of Foia. A walk which in terms of distance and time was within WAGS parameters but not everyone was so convinced that hill -wise it was. In any event a splendid day ....quite cool to start with which, as that was the uphill bit, was no bad thing and when it warmed up we were on the way down. The north side of Foia is always fascinating from a nature point of view....one would never know we had been in semi drought conditions; all is verdant, growth is thick, and many of the flowers, shrubs and trees which are unique to the area are still in full glory.
The route Ingrid took us on was varied and she put nary a foot wrong.....well that wasn't particularly hard since it was a route well signed by Monchique council.
A distressed chicken hiding against a wall (I can't see it either, but Jess continues her mission to keep the world safe for alekteraphobes)
The leader helping Frank to take off a jacket with a bad zip. (I had heard that she was good with zips!)
The Valley of Tranquility (apart from all the chatter in the background)
Monumental Cork Oaks (supported by a mighty WAG with a mighty fine Tilley)
The foul-mouthed guitarist of Monchique trailing the WAGS. (Some might say a kindred spirit)
Oohh my God that's the funky (It says and I don't get it either!)
Two mermaids got stranded ( The two old ladies carrying bags of shopping that the speed of a WAGS walk is proverbially rated against.)
Waiting?! (Laid on just in case!)
Waiting for drinks and food (the passer-by strikes again!)
Even the Leader ordered food (Janet still on her beer diet)
The Glamorous leader found the exact shade to match her glasses.
The cafe at the end, always so suitably named Descansar Pernas, did us well and the quality of the usual bifanas and tostas, and the service, well up to scratch.
Well that's a wrap and its almost time for next week's walk. Regrettably no track nor stats were available, so a judgement on whether Monchique is a suitable area in which WAGS may cavort has to be reserved, but happily there were no ill-effects apparent at the end of the walk occasioned by the massive changes in altitude.
And an apt quote, even though I was not there to participate in the unfashionably, (nay unacceptable for potential MPs) risque banter.
"The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age -- what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff."
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