Atlantic waves at Figueira Beach

We took a fair old walk to Figueira Beach yesterday what another amazing place, a small fairly secluded beach found only after heading down a road then off to trail path leading away from the town, through some marsh land complete with reed beds and over a small stream, we failed to take a camera with us and the only thing we had was Pete’s half charged smartphone which would you believe it, the battery went and died after just a few photos of the small town and just as we arrived at the beach, we passed a few people walking their dogs along the trail and bumped into Gumbo AKA Beau and his owner Fabiàn who were also out enjoying a stroll to the same beach, after a small chat we meandered along to find this beach, we could hear the thunderous sound of crashing waves before we were anywhere near the beach, the amazing sound of heavy powerful waves coming in from the Atlantic Sea… what a stunning small isolated little sandy beach it was,  and as we had passed all the dog walkers walking in the opposite direction we realised we had the beach to ourselves just for a little while, so again Toffi got to enjoy running along the sand covered beach and trying to retrieve her stick before the ferocious waves came crashing down towards her…

 

 

To get to this beach we had to walk a couple of miles to the small village of Figueira so we thought we would check out the campsite situated there that we had seen advertised along the way, we were glad we had chosen Salema instead as it was just like a carpark for motorhomes which were literally parked side by side, and it was pretty busy which is lovely if you are a very social person (unlike myself!!) and if you like to kiss your neighbours goodnight and good morning, but I have to say I was less than impressed not only this, but the fire risk to all the vehicles and people in this place would have been extremely high with everyone parked so very close to each other, if one had gone up in flames the rest more than likely would have too… it was also a very awkward entrance to this site, along our walk we met someone who was staying there and while chatting he told us to make matters worse, someone had now placed a skip along the entrance road making it even more awkward, so they were now stuck there until the skip gets removed as it’s already a bit of a tight squeeze through for larger vehicles even without the skip being there!! Poor chap although he seemed happy enough and filled with drink so all was well in his world… the town itself had some abandoned and run down buildings with roofs missing but the rest was a nice looking little village with a few restaurants and bars amongst it….

 

There was a very run down small shanty town shack just outside of the campsite which upon closer inspection surprisingly had a mailbox attached… so someone was actually living in what was no more than a blue run down hut with a chicken wired enclosed run for their chickens etc this was just outside the entrance to the site… It certainly shows you the other side to life… as during the walk to the beach there was a house for sale the man from the campsite that had stopped to chat with us, told us it was up for sale at €400k… the house wasn’t even anything special but came complete with a rocky hillside and I guess you get an address in the Algarve!…

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Picture taken just outside the other campsite we looked at out of curiosity, someone is living in that blue shanty town hut with an area for chickens just off to the side…

It’s now been over 4 months since my last haircut and I made sure my hair was really cut short then, and it’s been much longer in time since I last coloured my hair so I am totally grey in colour now, but my hair seems to be growing so fast, at least an inch a month what was a fringe is now down past my nose, so I now have about 4 options either I wear a hat constantly, I find a hairdresser real soon, shave my head or grow long grey dreadlocks… I am pretty sure me cutting my own hair will just end in total disaster so I have already ruled this out!!

You sometimes get homesick while travelling missing family and friends that you haven’t seen for a while, missing small toddlers and their achievements and then we’ve had a few close friends who have sadly had losses of their close loved ones lately, and it brings it home that you haven’t been able to be there for any of them in their times of need… We have managed to briefly catch up with a few friends and family via texts/messaging or facetime this week though which was nice…

We plan on going to Sagres just for an overnight wild camp in the aire there it’s only 10 minutes drive from here, there’s an old fort/chapel on the end of the cliff top with a couple of beaches there to visit, plus the sunset is supposed to be amazing there… also there’s a Bicycle shop nearby where hopefully if it’s open we can buy a puncture kit or if needed a new inner tube for Pete’s bike, there’s also an intermarche there so we will be able to get all our shopping done and be fully topped up with things without hauling it back to the motorhome on the back of a bike in the doggyhut… It’s the little things in life…

The weather warnings from last week all seem to have dissipated and thanks to our friends Anna and David who are currently in Malaga we are assured it is bright sunshine now there in Spain and their pictures through whatsapp are proving this and making us jealous we haven’t moved off faster… so we intend on leaving here on the 18th going quickly to Sagres, and from here we will either go to another wild spot just 10 minutes further from Sagres at Cape St Vincent or we have 3 other campsites on our way back to Spain, we are considering Alvor, Silves and Mikkis campsites, the dog is due her annual vaccination boosters on the 27th which is a pain as we were hoping to catch back up with our friends again before then, but there is an animal hospital in Portimao (near where the Alvor campsite is situated) and this vets should be able to deal with her boosters and the paperwork to ensure her passport is kept up to date so we shall have to zoom on up to catch up with Ann and David at a later date before they leave again in mid March…

We’ve had blue skies and fantastic weather for the past few days so we can’t complain, and we still have our massive plot all to ourselves although many more people have been trying to sneak a look and bag our pitch but we have our trailer and table etc strategically placed just to make it difficult for anyone to come and disturb us and we are holding strong onto it or at least hopefully until the morning of 18th anyway fingers crossed seeing as there is also only the 1 electric point up here too it has been a great help… we are certainly going to miss this place when we leave, the higher tiers and levels of this campsite are the best for the sun and warmth but the steep inclines make it awkward to get too, the lower levels are really dark, shaded and dismal looking at least in the winter anyway and also full of mosquitoes due to the small stream that runs through the site, this area is also where some of the shower and toilet facilities are, but I have nicknamed the lower areas of this campsite “the dreggy, depths of despair” and we certainly wouldn’t have stayed for long if we had had to stay in the lower part of the site…

By the time we update our blog next time we should have some new adventures to report on, so bye for now we must go get ready for moving on…

take care

Donna x