This morning as the sun rose, we thanked the German for forcing us to move, as we think we may have ended up with the best view on the park up.
From our raised roof a clear view of the beach, cleansed overnight by the pounding Atlantic waves. Beside us were two vans from Finland. A man from one returned from an early morning surf. Removed his wetsuit and wrapped a towel around himself. Angela glanced across at him just as he raised his right leg to dry himself. Not sure who was more shocked. Him or Angela.
A first for us today, using a toll road. We've always avoided them, but wanting to travel a little faster we decided to use the one to Lisbon. Along the way we observed many white storks nesting on pylons supporting power lines.
We love seeing these birds, and seeing them in group like this was fascinating. On the approach to Lisbon the road crosses the Targus river estuary.
The bridge you drive over it on is sixteen miles long. Of course it was windy. No fun in the drive otherwise! By lunchtime we'd arrived at the beach car park at Sao Juliao.
Our arrival brought back happy memories from six years ago when we spent two nights here. The sea, with a strong westerly wind behind it, still in its winter state rolled, swirled, foamed and roared as it pounded the shore line. At times we had to beat a hasty retreat as we walked on the sand.
The beach car park is busy tonight with vans. There are quite a few younger people here and everyone is friendly.
A real plus for us, pizza available to take out from the beach restaurant. Yes please.
As lovely as they were, another walk was required this evening, and why not when there's another stunning sunset to witness. We watched it until the big gold sun hung over the horizon before finally slipping away.
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