{"id":1686,"date":"2023-03-23T17:45:49","date_gmt":"2023-03-23T17:45:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/picton-lynas.co.uk\/walkingblog\/?page_id=1686"},"modified":"2023-04-20T07:59:56","modified_gmt":"2023-04-20T07:59:56","slug":"portugal-11","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/picton-lynas.co.uk\/walkingblog\/portugal\/portugal-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Portugal – 11"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Sagres to Salema<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The various sites that I looked at all said that this was the hardest day, but they didn’t know about the day of hell. Piece of cake compared to that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I really enjoyed today even with all the downez and the upez. I think it’s maybe ‘cos I’m close to the end. A long day tomorrow to finish and I hope that my feets hold out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The softer rock gets cut more by the rivers creating many more valleys that reach the sea. So, instead of nice continuous high cliffs you get accessible beach followed by cliff.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My boy Henry. You know, he could quite rightly be charged with starting the whole white European Imperialist thing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Is it a warning for dogs or a warning about foxes?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Filled plastic water bottles as decoration just don’t cut the mustard mate.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I’ve come down to the harbour for no reason I can think of. Oh well! Back up the dozens of steps then.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Somewhere out there is Salema.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I can cross the beach to the first cliffs.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Very strange tubular plants. Wonder what they look like in flower?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I came up the hill and there was this racket. I thought it young birds in a nest by the path. But no. In this mossy green pond…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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