Monday, 12 December 2022

Christmas Post 2022

My (almost) All New Christmas Post for 2022

Some Christmas Heroes (no Villains this Year)

With Covid on the wane I hoped 2022 would be better. Fat chance; it was a third bad’un in a row.

When we lived in the USA in 1983-4 neighbours and colleagues occasionally talked about food banks. I was appalled that in a wealthy country the responsibility of feeding the poorest in society was delegated to volunteers who had the conscience (and the time) to act. We needed nothing like that here! Now every other week or so I drive over to the Newcastle-under-Lyme transporting the donations of the concerned citizens of our village. I make deposits at food banks not withdrawals, but that is a matter of  good luck - there but for fortune……

Hero No 1

Good King Wenceslas (907-935ish) was not actually a king, but the Duke of Bohemia. He became Duke aged 13 under the tutelage of his Christian paternal grandmother. His pagan mother took over after brutally disposing of her mother-in-law. Aged 18 Wenceslas removed his mother and became ruler in his own right. Despite a less than ideal upbringing he was a good man and although history had yet to reach the ‘food bank’ stage, he did (according to the song) go forth and provide vitals and warmth to those in difficult circumstances at a time when the snow was deep and crisp and even. He had the right idea.

St Wenceslas (borrowed from Wikipedia¹)

No good deed goes unpunished, and in 935 (or maybe 929) Wenceslas the Good, was assassinated by his brother Boleslas the Cruel. Having been martyred, he duly became a saint and is buried in St Vitus Cathedral in Prague.

Heroes No 2.

Sarina Wiegman and her Lionesses

Sarina Wiegman2

The Lionesses, England's women’s football team, swept all before to win the 2022 Euros (held over from 2021 because of you know what). Not only did they do it in style, they filled huge stadiums, with enthusiastic crowds entirely lacking in the unpleasant aggressiveness that too often surrounds the men’s game.

A word, too, for Gareth Southgate’s men; they may have gone out of the World Cup in the quarter finals but the game could not have been closer, and the players comported themselves on and off the pitch with a dignity and maturity beyond their years (says this old git). They were and are a credit to the country and their manager.

The England Women's Football team before a game against Czechia in October2

The sportsball side (as my daughter would say) closest to my heart is the Wales Rugby Team: oh dear! If anyone can turn this around then Warren Gatland can.

Hero: No 3

St Nicholas/Santa Claus/Father Christmas. Three cheers for St Nicholas, the original Santa Claus/Father Christmas. Little is known about the historical Saint Nicholas, but he is said to have lived from 270-343, was of Greek descent and became Bishop of Myra (modern Demre, near Antalya on the Turkish holiday coast). His reputation as a secret gift-giver clinched him the Santa Claus gig. He is the patron saint of children, but also of sailors, merchants, archers, repentant thieves, prostitutes, brewers, pawnbrokers, unmarried people, and students, so all of us at some time or another!

Icon of St Nicholas, Jvari Church, near Mtskheta, Georgia

We found this St Nick in the Jvari Church on a hill above Mtskheta, the 'Canterbury of Georgia' just north of Tbilisi. It has featured in my Christmas Post for several years, partly because I like the concept of a universal, undeclared giver of presents, and partly because its my photo, hence my copyright and I don't have to apologise to anyone for pirating it. I could add, that the whole concept has been tarnished by commercialism and the inevitability of.....  but everybody knows this.

Heroes No 4, includes a very special award for adding to the gaiety of the nations3. My Heroes are....

The British Conservative and Unionist Party

The party that ‘Got Brexit Done’, then realised they hadn’t, then discovered they didn’t know what to do with it anyway and are now trying to blame everyone else for it being a disaster.

They have spent a year driving their clown car round and round in ever decreasing circles and in that time they have had:
three drivers (laughably called Prime Ministers)
four Chancellors of the Exchequer
four Home Secretaries (two of them the same person)
but only Two Foreign Secretaries (such stability!)

Those are the 'Great Offices of State'. Less important ministries have circulated faster than a port bottle in the Officer’s Mess; one Education Secretary was in post for slightly less than 36 hours.

What amazes me is that anyone ever thought that:
Boris Johnson
Liz Truss
Kwasi Kwarteng
Gavin Williamson
Priti Patel
Nadine Dories
Jacob Rees Mogg
Suella Braverman
Matt Hancock
And several more, were ever suitable candidates for high office - and two of them have been prime minister!

At this point I intended to include some photographs, but the only shots available that do not raise copyright issues were their official government mugshots. They have been photoshopped like models on the cover of vogue, not the hint of a skin blemish or a hair out of place (except for Johnson’s artfully tousled locks). I won’t be promoting such vanity, and anyway they all really look like this..

And how they have made the whole world laugh!

Except, of course, those of us who live here, to whom they may appear more like villains than heroes

Which just leaves me just to wish….

A Merry Christmas to All
and
A Happy and Prosperous (good luck with that) New Year



1Borrowed from Wikipedia: The owner of the copyright (if any) is unknown
2Borrowed from Wikipedia: Photos by James Boyes reproduced under under 'Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic' license
3I am using this term much as Samuel Johnson did in 1779 in his obituary of David Garrick. In those days gaiety had nothing to do with sexual orientation, and according the the OED it still doesn't!.

Tuesday, 18 October 2022

Drinking the Algarve 2022

A Great Place to Drink Wine, So Why Ignore the Local Producers?

Who Cares About Algarve Wine?


Portugal
Even a cursory glance at Eating the Algarve shows that a glass of wine is the essential accompaniment to any Portuguese meal. Fish being our usual choice in most restaurants, we have inevitably absorbed a considerable quantity of ‘house white’ over the years.
There goes another bottle of house white

You cannot travel far in the Algarve without stumbling over a vineyard, but a far more intensive search is required to find a restaurant with an Algarve house wine; the locals, it seems, do not rate their own product. Portugal is awash with wine, with something to suit everybody’s taste and pocket, so who cares about the Algarve's wines?

The Comissão Vitivinícola Regional (CVR), That’s Who


Portuguese wine regions
Before Portugal joined the European Community (now EU) only a few wine regions had been designated and the system was rudimentary. Since joining in 1986 they have developed a system as all-embracing and intricate as those of France or Italy. Twenty-six regions have Denominação de Origem Controlada (DOC) status, several with multiple sub-regions and ‘special designations’, 4 regions have Indicação de Proveniência Regulamentada (IPR) status and should be upgraded to DOC eventually, and there are 11 Vinho Regional (VR) designations for more basic wines, or for winemakers who do not want to play by the strict DOC rules.

The adjacent map shows the DOC and IPR areas. The Algarve, ringed in red has four DOCs, from west to east Lagos (pronounced LAH-gush and definitely not the largest city of Nigeria), Portimão, Lagoa and Tavira, and these areas, have been designated almost as long as there has been a system. Why the Algarve received such special treatment is a mystery, but they have failed to take advantage of it. We have stayed in Carvoeiro, in the Lagoa municipality, every year for the last 17, so have drunk several Lagoa wines, enjoyed a couple of good Portimãos but never seen a bottle of DOC Lagos or Tavira.

Sir Cliff Richard, That’s Who Else

I am old enough to remember Cliff Richard as a lip-curling teenage rebel somewhat unconvincingly marketed as the British Elvis Presley. In the 2011 version of this post, I wrote that the same girls who screamed at him in 1960 have recently been queuing overnight for tickets for his new tour. The ‘girls’ may now be grandmothers, the teenage rebel has become Sir Cliff and an official national treasure, but little else seems to have changed. If such longevity seemed unlikely sixty years ago, it was an even more remote possibility that the same Cliff would play a major part in revitalizing Algarve winemaking, though that, too, came to pass. (I say re-vitalizing, but no one remembers when it was ever vitalized.)

Sir Cliff planted a vineyard on his estate near the village of Guia in 1997. He built the Adega do Cantor, a state-of-the-art winery, next door and suddenly premium wine was being made in the Algarve. In 2006 I described Cliff's Vida Nova as the best and most expensive Algarve wine I had ever drunk - though the bar was not set high in either case. In June 2019 Vida Nova Reserva Tinto 2015 was judged ‘Best Wine of the Algarve’ at the 12th Algarve Wines Competition (see Algarve Resident 13-Jun-2019).

Sir Cliff, the granny's heartthrob, hawks his wares on the streets of Lagos 2014

Cliff has now sold the Adega do Cantor to businessman Joaquim Pires who has great ambitions for the winery (Portugal News, 14-Apr-2022), but by creating a ‘boutique winery’ in this previously unloved corner of the wine world, Cliff opened the door for those who follow.

Some Boutique Wineries

By 2011 most supermarkets had a ‘local wine corner’ now they have a whole shelf or two. Prices vary widely, as does the quality. As a general rule you get what you pay for, but like all rules there are exceptions.

In previous years, from the boutique-y end of the market I have enjoyed the wines of Herdade de Pimenteis near Portimão, and Borges da Silva and Monte da Casteleja in Lagos. With an oenology degree from Montpellier University and a masters from Wagga Wagga in Australia, Guillaume Leroux (French father, hence the name) at Monte da Casteleja epitomises the new wave Algarve wine farmer. The peasant winemaker – indeed the Portuguese peasant – died out last century.

Monte de Casteleja's Maria

Ironically in a region famed for its fish, the red wines are more reliable. Other sun-drenched seaside areas, like Provence and Corsica, specialise in rosé, and maybe the Algarve could, too. In 2011 I enjoyed rosés from the Quinta dos Vales in Estômbar and João Clara in Alcantarilha (about whom more later). They are both crisp and bone-dry. Those as old as I am will remember Mateus Rosé from their early wine drinking days. The bottles made fine bases for lampshades, but the contents, slightly fizzy and slightly sweet, were regrettable. The modern rosés are different beasts.

No doubt there are many new wineries since 2011, and many older ones I missed, so absence from the short list above is not an implied criticism. All the producers above are still in business (and may or may not accept the description ‘boutique winery’).

2022, Trickledown Treats

Traditionally wine regions grow from the bottom. Wine is produced in bulk, some favoured vineyards or more careful winemakers acquire a reputation of quality, others attempt to follow their lead and a quality wine industry develops. The Algarve is trying to do this in reverse, balancing new wineries with an accent on quality on a rickety base of a modest quantity of modest quality wines. Will it work and will there be some trickledown, encouraging all the region’s winemakers to strive for higher quality?

This year I decided that all the wine we drink ‘at home’ (i.e. in our rented apartment) would be Algarve wines from the cheaper (€4-8) end of the market. Alentejo just to the north (region 20 on the map) produces a vast quantity of very drinkable wine in this price range, but what about the Algarve?

Reds

2018 Lagoa Estagiado Tinto

According to Google translate ‘Estagiado’ means ‘Intern’ - maybe something is lost in translation. This is from the cheaper end of the price spectrum, but nonetheless a DOC Lagoa wine (DOP on the label means the same) produced by the Lagoa Co-operative winery. It is made from a typical Portuguese blend of Castelão, Trincadeira and Tinta Negra Mole.

Lagoa Tinto

According to the back label this garnet red.. wine..,exhibits… aromas of red fruit and jam. The soft tannins give… a balanced and enjoyable structure and finishes with notes of ripe fruit. (their translation)

My verdict: A host of flavours wander round in this meagre soup of a wine, some enjoyable, some less so. A thin and mean tannic finish.

2018 Porches Tinto, Vinho Regional Algarve

Another wine from the local cooperative, this one named after a village in the Lagoa region.

A dark red with a pleasant warm nose and gentle tannins. A little more acidity would improve it, but there is a pleasing depth of flavour. An Aragonez, Trincadeira and Castelão blend and as Aragonez is Portuguese for Tempranillo, some quality would be expected. Easy drinking, full of warmth and sunshine with a hint of sweetness in the finish.

2018 Porches Tinto, VR Algarve

A Vinho Regional from the same producers as the DOC Lagoa, but a much better wine. In the Algarve DOC does not always mean very much.

Rosés

2021 Villa Alvor Rosé, VR Algarve

Avelada are a major Portuguese wine producer based in the far north. They opened Villa Alvor in 2019, nestled, according to their publicity, between the Ria de Alvor and the Serra de Monchique - more prosaically on the flatland north of Alvor between the N125 and the A22 motorway. It is, though, pleasantly surrounded by vines and orange trees.

Villa Alvor Rosé - it's a wine that causes silly grins

It is a thin-bodied fully dry rosé. More acidity would give it crispness, some fruit would make it smile, but as it is, it is not particularly pleasant. The back label, oddly, calls it a true Mediterranean rosé. The Portuguese version later mentions an influencia maritima, the English and French versions more honestly Atlantic influence of influence atlantique.

It shows growing faith in Algarve wines when the corporates start to arrive. The spelling of Villa (Portuguese has a single ‘l’) and the use the word ‘Mediterranean’ suggest they are looking for a style from elsewhere. They have a long way to go yet.

2021 Herdade Barranco do Vale, Negra Mole Rosé Reserva, VR Algarve

Herdade Barranco do Vale is a family business in São Bartolomeu de Messines, well away from the coast and tourist hordes. Their philosophy, they say, is to create their own style of wines, using the ‘Algarve’s Mediterranean and Atlantic influences’ and its traditional varieties. At €8 this was one of the more expensive Algarve wines I tried.

Herdade Barranco do Vales, Negra Mole Reserva Rosé

It is a pretty salmon colour. Well chilled and with crisp acidity its initial impact is delightful… then it just fades away to nothing. Negra Mole is certainly a traditional variety; grown all over Portugal and known as a large-cropping workhorse grape useful for blending. For €8 I don’t expect Shergar, but I was hoping for something better than Dobbin.

2021, Monte da Ria ‘Estate Blend’ Rosé, VR Algarve

Monte da Ria seems to be an Algarve off-shoot of the Douro based Dom Vicente company, though I have been unable to locate their Algarve base. This is the pale ‘Estate blend’ they also do a darker ‘Field blend’ rosé, both are priced at €6.99 on their website.

Monte da Ria, Algarve rosé

A pale salmon rosé. A lot of fruit on the nose by Algarve standard and a distinct strawberry aroma. Crisp and clean on the palate, and the flavour persists, unlike like the Barranco do Vale above. A well-made and enjoyable rosé.

Whites

Quinta da Francês, Odelouca Branco, VR Algarve

Quinta do Francês is a family estate, with 9 hectares of vineyard, in the Odelouca River Valley a little north west of Silves. Some of their wines sell for surprisingly large sums (Tanners of Shrewsbury sell their top red cuvée for almost £20) but not this example.

Odelouca Brance, VR Algarve

Brighter than many Portuguese whites with a nice shine and the faintest greenish tinge. A fresh nose with plenty of fruit, perhaps gooseberry, maybe greengage. It starts well on the palate, crisp and fruity, then it fades and disappears. Wine needs acidity, but this has a little too much for my taste.

Quinta de Penina, Foral de Portimão Branco, VR Algarve

Vinhos Portimão own the Quinta da Penina vineyards, north of Alvor and adjacent to those of Villa Alvor (see above). The first wines under the Foral de Portimão brand were made in a borrowed winery in 2005. Since 2021 the company has a new winery between Portimão and Lagoa, equidistant between their estate at Quinta da Penina and vineyards at Quinta Palmeirinha.

Foral de Portimão Branco

Made from Viognier, much grown in the Rhône Valley and the rarer Arinto de Bucelas, used mainly in Vinho Verde in the north. A pleasant nose, plenty of fruit at the front of the palate and enough body to hold it together to the end. The Arinto provides acidity and a squeeze of lemon. A well-made and well-structured wine.

And last, but by no means least,

João Clara Branco, VR Algarve

I have already said that I enjoyed João Clara rosé in 2011. This year (2022) we went for lunch on our final day (traditionally chicken piri-piri) at O Barco on the little square by the beach in Carvoeiro. This year, for the first time, their wine list was proudly headed by two Algarve wines, the cheaper of which turned out to be unavailable, so we went for the João Clara Branco. I paid €23 for an Algarve wine! Madness? Well perhaps...

João Clara Branco, O Barco, Carvoeiro

… but we enjoyed clean fruitiness, crisp acidity (so often baked out by the southern sun) and enough body to carry a hearty rather than elegant meal. We felt very happy with our choice.

Conclusion

These 8 wines are a mixed bag. None were actively unpleasant, though one verged on it. Three more were best forgotten, another three made pleasant drinking and one was outstanding. Most were inexpensive but… and this is a rather important but… at every price point there is a better wine available from neighbouring Alentejo. I think Algarve wines are improving, I will continue to check out one or two each year, but most of the wine we drink in Portugal will be, as they were in the past, from Alentejo.

Now, after all that wine what I need….

Well sometimes a beer is necessary

… is a beer.

Thursday, 29 September 2022

Castro Verde (2): Castro Verde and Ourique

Roman Lamps, a Windmill and an Almost Vanished Castle

Portugal
Castro V. Parish

28-Sept-2022

Castro Verde (1) ended with a lunchtime toastie after we had found the town’s two main churches tightly locked. Castro Verde (2) starts with a couple of rather more successful visits.

Southern Portugal showing locations of Castro Verde, Ourique and Faro (the capital of the Algarve)
Castro Verde and Ourique are approx 100 Km north of Faro

Roman Lamp Museum

We lingered over lunch then strolled south through the narrow streets beyond the Basilica of Nossa Senhora da Conceição….

Past the Basilica, Castro Verde

….until we reached the former Armazem de Produtos (warehouse) of the company of Senhor Prazeres, his brother and successors. A smaller sign by the door informed it is now the Museu da Lucerna, the Museum of Lamps.

The Lamp Museum, Castro Verde

A 1994 archaeological dig in the village of Santa Bárbara dos Padrões (we visited yesterday) unearthed, among other things, a collection of Roman era (1st-3rd centuries CE) oil lamps.

A collection of other artefacts from the dig, Museum of Lamps, Castro Verde

Many years ago, we visited a small Etruscan museum in the hills above Florence. Most of the good stuff had gone to the city or to Rome, but they had left enough interesting artefacts to justify a small local museum - and they had also left the oil lamps. A hundred or more were on display, all simply constructed and largely identical. I held out little hope for a museum majoring in lamps.

Some basic lamps, Museum of Lamps, Castro Verde

But I was wrong, there were some basic lamps but most on show were decorated with household gods, simple objects, scenes from everyday life….

Assorted decorated lamps, Castro Verde

…animals…

Wolf on a lamp, Castro Verde

…and characters and beasts from mythology. Among the best, a winged horse set amid other decorations.

Winged horse lamp, Castro Verde

The South End of Town

Continuing from the museum we soon reached the southern end of the small town. The north entrance had featured a roundabout on which sheep could safely graze, the southern end went more for snuffling pigs.

Pigs on a roundabout, Castro Verde

From the roundabout there was a pleasing view back to the Basilica, though it is a shame the church is not kept open.

Looking back to the Basilica, Castro Verde

The Windmill on the Largo de Feira

Beyond the roundabout is the Largo da Feira, a dusty open space used for fairs and markets, though mostly it serves as an overspill car park.

We had spotted the windmill as soon as we arrived, it is difficult to miss, but it had been closed. When we crossed the largo later in the afternoon on our way to the just-out-of-town supermarket beyond, we discovered it was now open.

The small pieces of pottery that can be seen attached to the ends of the spars and the connecting ropes are ocarinas, of a sort. The sales were tethered but there was a good breeze and they generated a continuous plaintive song, as if they wanted to be set free to turn.

Castro Verde windmill

No one knows quite how old the windmill is. It was included in a sketch of the square dated 1813, but is probably much older. It was closed in 1930 and was for a time used as a dwelling. In 2003 ownership passed to the local government and the windmill was fully restored. The door was open so we walked in and climbed the stairs. The internal mechanism was in full working order and ready to grind corn as soon as the sails were released.

Castro Verde windmill ready to grind corn

That happened while we were doing our shopping, and on our return the windmill was working and singing, just as it did a century ago.

Dinner

We dined at Planicie Gastronomia on Polvo à Lagareiro, octopus brushed with olive oil, and very good it was, too.

Polvo à Lagareiro, Castro Verde

For more about the pleasures of the table in Alentejo, see The Alentejo: Eating and Drinking.

We strolled back to our hotel beneath a pleasing crescent moon.

Walking back to our hotel under a crescent moon, Castro Verde

29-Sept-2022

Ourique

After breakfast we drove to Ourique, the main town of the adjacent municipality some 15 km to the west. Castro Verde is small but Ourique is smaller, though it boasts a castle and miradouro. It also shares its name with the legendary battle of 1139 which turned Count Afonso Henriques into King Afonso I, the first king of Portugal.

Unlike Castro Verde, which is flat, the northern end of Ourique sits on a hill rising from the surrounding plain. We left the IC1 at a sign to the castle and miradoura, following a small road that unsurprisingly wound its way upwards. We semi-intentionally drove round the top of the hill a couple of times attempting to orientate ourselves and find somewhere to park.

Miradouro

The Miradoura gives every impression of being built in 1915, and in 2000 was renamed the Miradoura Ramon Sobral in memory of a president of the local council in the 1970s and 80s.

The Miradoura Ramon Sobral, Ourique

It contains – or is surrounded by – a pleasant garden and has the sort of view that is mandatory for a miradouro.

The Plain of Ourique from the Miradouro

Afonso I and the Battle of Ourique

It also has a more than life size statue of King Afonso I looking appropriately warlike.

Lynne and Afonso I

Ourique Castle

The hilltop is the obvious site for a castle and there is alleged to be one linked to the exploits of Afonso I, but the earliest castle charter dates from 1290 and archaeology suggests that King Dinis (ruled 1279-1325) built over a Roman castro that had also been used by the Moors. Manuel I issued a new charter in 1510, but despite this documented history we could find no castle.

The castle was abandoned, probably in the 16th century, became a ruin and was ‘tidied up’ during the construction of the viewpoint. All that remains is one heavily restored wall.

All that remains of Ourique Castle

Igreja Matriz, Parish Church

The Parish Church of Santa Maria da Misericórdia, constructed on a shelf in the hillside below the castle is, in contrast, complete. It was built in the 18th century on the orders of King João V and inside there is, I read, much gilded baroque woodwork. The locals seem very keen on the application of dark blue paint to their churches, they are less keen to open them up.

Ourique Parish Church

We appeared to have the hilltop largely to ourselves. Most of the modern town sits on the gentler slope on the southern side of the hill. There we drove along a street with busy cafés and people going about their business. I feel I need to point this out, as our photographs yesterday and today show an almost complete absence of people (except us). This area is sparsely populated, but we did not visit a series of ghost towns, however it might look. The penultimate picture of this post will, I promise, prove we were not entirely alone.

Castro da Cola

Castro da Cola was next on our list of ‘things to visit in Ourique’, though we were not entirely sure what it was. Getting there involved driving a further 10km south on the IC1 before turning right onto a minor road. A few kilometres later we found a sign pointing up a well-maintained if tarmac-free track

After a 100m there was a track to our left with a ‘no entry’ sign. We carried on round the base of a hill to a T-junction with the Restaurante Castro da Cola one way and a farmyard and church the other, but no sign of the actual castro. The restaurant was closed, so we borrowed their car park while surveying the scene and wondering if Castro da Cola would prove as elusive as Ourique Castle.

Driving past the farmyard and the church – a smaller version of the Ourique parish church – we found the road looped round the base of the hill and then up across its eastern flank. There seemed to be something higher up, so we pulled off the road to take a look.

Igreja de Nossa Senora da Cola

Strolling upwards we found old walls and a sign board to help us make sense of them.

When and how this place became known as ‘Castro da Cola’ is not obvious, but we were standing in the ruins of a medieval fortified village formerly known as Marachique.

Castro da Cola

A garrison was accommodated at one end of the walled enclosure, while the dwellings of the villagers occupied the rest – and the more we explored the more we realised how extensive the settlement had been.

Castro dal Cola, garrison

Marachique was inhabited from the 10th to the 13th century, spanning the Islamic and Christian period, then it was apparently abandoned. Archaeologists have found vestiges of occupation from both Roman and pre-historic times so the site was occupied for many centuries, though to the modern eye it does not look an attractive site for a village.

Castro da Cola, dwellings

The Necrópole da Atalaia

Barely 2 km away as crow flies is the Necrópole da Atalaia. As necropolises go, this is not the most dramatic, but there is not much to see round here, and finding it promised a challenge.

The Plain of Ourique, like may plains, is not actually flat. There are no real hills (the small hill on which Ourique stands being an exception) and there are no deep valleys, but the scrub covered landscape is creased and wrinkled. It is also criss-crossed by an extensive network of well-maintained dirt roads.

My phone knew both the position of the necropolis and the lay-out of the dirt roads, so we bumped slowly along in our own personal dust cloud drawing ever closer to our quarry.

Eventually Doris (all sat navs are called ‘Doris’) suggested we turn up a smaller track that looked fine for a Land Rover, but unsuitable for a Renault Clio. I parked the Clio and we continued on foot.

I turned the Clio and parked beside the unsuitable track

We had only a few hundred metres to go, but the necropolis was not actually on the track, the sat nav positioning was imprecise and we already knew that it was signed only if you approach from the north. We came from the south, and after marching about the right distance and wandering around in the scrub for a while, we admitted defeat.

Lynne striding forth confidently to failure

It was no great disaster; I had already seen the pictures. The best available is on TripAdvisor, so if you want to see it, click here and prepare to be underwhelmed.

An Italian Dinner

We did little of interest in the afternoon. This area has a dry climate, the summer months being largely rain free, while in an average September they expect 24 mm (1 inch) of rain. Most of it fell that afternoon.

The evening was drier so we went in search of dinner. Apparently, we had struck the last week of the season and restaurants had been closing daily. Tonight, both our Plan A and B restaurants were shut up tight, but the Villa Itália was open and doing good business.

Along the Algarve’s holiday coast, restaurants of all styles abound, but finding an Italian restaurant (as distinct from the ubiquitous pizzerias) in rural Portugal felt odd. There was a time when Italy was poor, Italians emigrated and, in the UK, like the Hong Kong Chinese and Bangladeshis who followed them, many opened restaurants. But when Italy was poor, Portugal was poorer, this is not where they came.

The menu was Italian but the wine list was Portuguese and we ordered a bottle of Entradas, an Alentejano Vinho Regional with a Great Bustard on the label. We visited Entradas yesterday; the village produces wheat and olives, but we saw no grapes. The name is unprotected so the wine - good rusric stuff - could have been made almost anywhere in Alentejo.

Entradas wine, Villa Itália, Castro Verde (and a picture with other people in it!)

Lynne chose pizza, I went for gnocchi which was flavourful and comforting.

Gnocchi, Villa Itália, Castro Verde

30-Sept-2022

We headed south to the sun, sand and sangria of the Algarve.