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A Wedding in The Hague, Netherlands – Channelling our inner snail
My Grandad would keep us children busy by getting us to race snails down the hill, guaranteeing hours of peace for the adults. So I channel my inner snail when we get the invite to Seán’s nephew, Jay Jay’s wedding to the lovely Iga in The Hague: Fran the Van must come too. From Calais…
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The Algarve’s Tavira
We’ve finished chasing the River Guadiana, but of course, being us, we don’t follow the direct route home. I’m addicted to detours. So, of course, we drive west, away from the Portuguese/Spanish border, to Tavira. “It’s the jewel of the Algarve,” I insist to Seán. Trying to find a pitch to camp in Tavira is…
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The Algarve’s Castro Marim to the Atlantic
Two fortresses, channelling the inner Banksy, salt pans, racing pigeons, miles of sandy beach, Castro Marim and Monte Gordo have it all.
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Alentejo’s Mertola to the Algarve’s Odeleite
The drive from the mines at Sao Domingos to Mértola takes us on the scenic N265 through the mountains of the Natural Park of Vale do Guadiana. Deserted and atmospheric, there’s a view at every turn in the road. From the reservoir on the outskirts of Sao Domingos to the many tributaries of the great…
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Portugal’s Alentejo to Mertola
From Megalithic stone circles that make Stonehenge look like babies they’re so old to hilltop white villages and deserted mines – the interior of Portugal’s Alentejo is a treasure trove.
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Évora – City of Bones and Books
A town of peacock cries, chapel of bones and bookshops with bubble-gum machines that spit out poems – Evora is not to be missed.
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