Our Farm Portugal | Nossa Quinta Portugal
It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings.
As I start writing, I should be on a plane heading to Portugal. Instead, like the rest of the UK, I’m firmly at home abiding by the lockdown restrictions. Looking for the positives, the sun is out and it’s 14°c. Porto however, is 13°c and raining. Just like the cancelled holidays last year, it is…
Windows. A simple concept. Yet, an amazing invention from the Romans. Windows allow me to look out and let light in. Equally, it allows you to glance into my small world. The limitations of a window though mean you can only see as far as your eyes will allow. But I’m craving to see further. …
Moving to a new house is tiring. It’s one of those things that, when you’re in the midst of it, you just get on and do it. Then, a few days later, the adrenaline wears off and the tiredness kicks in. I know I bring it on myself. Early Saturday morning, I loaded the first…
Thursday morning, on a conference call. Phone rings. Glancing over, it’s the estate agent. An hour or so later, the meeting ends. Kettle on, pick up the answerphone message. A usual brief message asking me to call them back. Finish making a cuppa and dial. “Everyone in the chain is ready to exchange. The plan…