As some - (most) of us had been inured to early Wednesday starts, on the seamless transition back to being WAGS again, it was decided to start early and hopefully enjoy the cool of the morning. The tide was right, and Antje was willing to propose an early coffee at Casa d'Oliveira, followed by a 'suck it and see' walk of yet-to-be-determined length along Meia Praia.
Tony W. made yet another comeback, as Shadow and Jess bullied him into it; Yves demanded detailed directions and everyone made it in good time with the air redolent of coffee, and the wind promising a respite from the soggy heat of the previous days.
John reprised his role as doyen of Starter Photographers..........
John, Yves, Paul Tony, Rod, Antje, Chris, Hazel, Myriam, Maria with Sasha and Jess showing of the dogs.
........but alas his lens was not quite wide enough to take in the full dimensions of Tony's Land Yacht, whose prow can be seen on the left of the picture.
We departed more or less on time, with Chris driving down to Bar Quim to walk back to meet us, and the rest taking a diagonal cross country route to the beach towards the Lagos end.
The photographers were slow to warm up, so this is not a shot of the walk to the beach, but an excellent panorama by John looking across the lagoon towards the Golf Club. Who would have known?
Once at the beach, phone cameras were drawn and the result was a multitude of candid shots of the walkers .
A stiff breeze from the SE into our faces, but we enjoyed the cooling effect.
Antje attempted a posed portrait of John with her second hand iPhone - with great results!
Looking towards the East (and the sun). My OnePlus 5 took this at 1/8000 sec, which is why it turned out atmospherically dark..................
.....so I edited it for texture......
and again for a post-apocalyptic (Brexit!) future!
The beach walk was fairly uneventful, the receding low tide and firm going was perfect for walking and no sand blowing towards us from the prevailing wind direction.
Not good for everyone (except Chinese Chefs) as this beached jellyfish blown ashore found out.
It was about 60 cm across, and would have made several great plates of dim sum, had we not helped it back into the sea on the 7th wave.
Route consultation: Chris had rejoined us for the sandy bit.
and we are off towards the lagoon.
A short pause to desand the sandals........
and through the vegetation back towards Bar Quim.
At Bar Quim, the stats were counted and route track saved.
Somehow we had managed to ascend 74 metres also, although I suspect falling barometric pressure.
John's recorded track.
Chris drove the drivers back to Casa d'Oliveira, while the lucky passengers had a quick coffee, and then all except Tony and Yves headed for the shady Cafe de Bairro in town for tostas and bifanas.....
.........some of which can be seen in this photo.
Myriam had unearthed some old printed photos of the walkers in the late 1990s and we had a game of 'I remember.....!'
A good turnout for an early start so far West. and holding promise for a good season to come.
Another omen:- An apparition of Michel Barnier turned up shortly after Our Tess had been shamed by the evil EU negotiators for Brexit.
Right, instead of a weekly quote, I am going to have a go at a weekly Limerick, after the overwhelming success of my debut verse (revised) in the comments to Blog APAPS 18.11.5.-, Poets Corner.
You are invited to respond by way of comment in the same format without fear of censorship!
***Health Warning***. On some occasions it may be best to ask someone less sensitive who has already read it, to ascertain whether it is likely to traumatise and mentally scar for life through vulgarity and lack of wit, before reading further!!
A lady WAGS Leader named Whittle,
Was a Walker exceedingly fittle.
Up in front she was fast-
Never liked to come last -
So she said "I vill valk in der mittel."
Late after the Blog deadline, I received a plaintive missive from Yves, reporting that he had forgotten where he was, who with and the time of year and had sent his photos off to John, who had quite rightly denied all responsibility for importing anything from the Eurozone in case it had increased tariffs.
Having paused sufficiently to realise that Brexit means Brexit, he sent them direct to me via Diplomatic Channels, and I publish them below with the photographers titling.
Gentle morning
Happy Morning
Looking manly
Myriam lived there (and so did Paul!)
One happy leader
One hell of a party!
Venus rising
Wet bunker at the 16th
Bonus limerick for the Phrench Fotographer
There was an old snapper called Yve(s)
Who quite often tried to deceive(s)
His photos were charming.
His jokes more alarming.
A right Tangled Web to weave(s)
There was an old snapper called Yve(s)
ReplyDeleteHis eyes he could not believe:
Was that a limerick from Paul?
Anything he can do to apall...
Time to take French Leave?