Our Farm Portugal | Nossa Quinta Portugal
It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings.
A year ago today, I left Norfolk, drove to the Eurotunnel, and made great progress to the south of France. After a couple of hours of sleep in the car, my journey took me through Spain and on to Portugal. I still vividly remember the feeling of “I’ve arrived” when I passed the Portugal sign…
Oh my, oh my, oh my. Another two weeks have passed and I’m only just getting around to writing a blog. Whoops. But hey, it’s not a big deal. The new blog is here now. Previously, and mainly when in employment, I would’ve beaten myself up for missing deadlines and not being 100% professional. I…
Over the last two weeks, I’ve learnt so much about trees. Specifically, olive trees. When I arrived in Portugal, my knowledge of trees was limited. Very limited. Actually, that probably goes for most plants. But gradually I am becoming more knowledgeable and more confident in looking after trees. Following the workshop I attended on pruning…
It’s been an indifferent two weeks since my last blog. The blog where I advised I’d be back to writing weekly. Well, I failed at the first hurdle. However, the main reason for skipping a week was that I returned to the UK to visit my daughters. And they took precedence. While I took my…
Six months ago, I had just sold the remainder of my furniture, made numerous trips to charity shops, and was living with minimal items. I recall being concerned about whether the items I was taking to Portugal would fit in the car. Was I bringing too much? Had I disposed of too much? At that…
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…