Our Farm Portugal | Nossa Quinta Portugal
It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings.
It is amazing how fast time goes and how busy I can be when I don’t have too much structure to my days. This last week though has given me some fixed appointments and the chance to roll my sleeves up and help with the colheitha. Uvas, mais uvas e ainda mais uvas [grapes, more…
Walking boots on. Route planned. Plenty of water. Vamos! Strangely, the last week has not been dissimilar to the previous week. Not that I am complaining because two substantial walks through the beauty of central Portugal is a pure delight. And the property search must continue. The first hike starts at the end of my…
It’s the end of an era. The end of work, as I know it. After originally signalling my intention to leave my employment around fifteen months ago, it has been a long “notice period”. My colleagues were notified in August last year, and then the official resignation came three months ago. Having the knowledge that…
I am confident I am making great progress with sorting everything out in Portugal. However, it feels like I am not quite on top of things in the UK. I haven’t taken my eye off the ball, nor have I lost sight of my to-do list. But fewer things are being ticked off the list….
I’ve had a few of those days. The ones where you start the day with a plan. A small list of things I need to sort out. At the end of the day, not a lot has been achieved. All of a sudden, it’s groundhog day. The list still needs sorting out. By the end…
There is no stopping time. Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Every new month is one closer to my adventure beginning in Portugal. I’m following a road that has been travelled many times by other people. It’s not a straight road, but there are many milestones set along the way. I was born in Bath,…