Wax, Storks & Houndie Treats

More baby steps towards the new ‘normal’ and the momentum that will hopefully follow, from rebuilding my personal health and fitness.

After breakfast-Sue and I headed into town to the mercado, in search of tonight’s fish supper. Nothing fancy, but certainly fresh from the fish stall — 3 glistening sardas (mackerel) getting the nod. A bargain at a Euro each.

Half a kg of batatas novos and a fist-sized limão, from Sofia’s fruit n veg stall completed our haul.

Our return to the apartment stirred the hounds from their slumbers. All chance of an espresso before walkies, was therefore dashed at source. Harrison — though keen — would quickly deem this a shorter walk than normal. His exploits yesterday (2 walks and a vet check up) obviously taking more out of him than preferred. Seeing this once strong, boisterous and handsome dog turn into a shadow of his former glory-is heartbreaking. But there is still spirit and determination in his eyes. That at least is some consolation — for now.

Back at the apartment I kitted up, slipped the rucksack onto my back and headed out on the bike.

I’d planned to head into Caldas to suss out Westbikes earlier in the week — but the problems arising with Harrison, understandably distracted.

I’d messaged them last weekend by way of a simple heads up — and had been encouraged by their prompt and positive response. I knew by the time I pulled up outside their shop — that my new ‘LBS’ ( local bike shop) had been found. Felipe (spelling?) and co will more than look after Sue and I’s cycling needs.

For now though a small purchase of chain wax will suffice. Besides — the need to call in at Lavrador near Alfeizerão to pick up food and treats for the dogs, left limited room in the rucksack.

Topped up on supplies I set off on the final sector of my longest Portuguese ride to date. This stretch of the N8 is dead straight and quite busy. But — the absence of any aggression towards other road users by the local motorist — is palpable. That alone has made riding here feel so much more chilled. How could I not stop to grab a pic’ between Alfeizerão and São Martinho of a stork’s nest? I’m only surprised one or two drivers didn’t too.

Lunch and an afternoon tuned into Radio Dreckly (Cornwall) for the Pirates’ game with Jersey beckoned. A 25–34 loss didn’t dampen the good mood either-cloudless blue skies and shelter from a chilly breeze on the terrace guaranteed that. Hell — at least one layer was peeled off at last…