Look downhill from my balcony and you’ll see a U-bend of the River Alva flowing past our house before it curls back around the village. The water froths and tumbles over the rocks beneath the tiny weir,¬†providing a constant soundtrack to life in Moura Morta. I hardly notice it theseRead More →

Beach, Albufeira, Algarve Portugal

I can’t remember the last time I went anywhere as touristy as Albufeira and it came as a bit of a shock to the system. I haven’t seen that many pink shiny people in one place since one August bank holiday weekend in Rhyl (but that’s another story). In August,Read More →