Funcho & Lynxes

 Funcho & Lynxes

In my last blog, I postulated  that we should get away from the  " we went up some hills, then down, had lunch and ended with a drink" format and wander further afield....see how you get on with this. 

To begin...there is a rumour that Ros has an interesting walk out at Malhao ( the place with the inordinately steep hill) but fortunately the rain gods have prevented us checking this out...4 times now. So, at short notice, I repeated  my November wak, but in reverse : what could go wrong?

8 of us met at the Silva , some admiring the strangely shaped squash on the bar :

Others were more interested in the picture on the wall ( those of a delicate disposition should look away now ) ;

( those wating the more conventional blog, have a look at last time's, albeit in reverse, at   AWW 2015-24: Lynx Farm and Arade

Anyway, the starter photo :

L to R : Peter, Tim, Fiona, Marian, Kieran, Sue, Ros...Geoff behind lens as Alan believed to be  Down Under still

We welcomed back Kieran & Fiona , the former recovered from plantar fasciitis  and set off, with Tim and Geoff  starting a knobbly knees competition....actually shaming those in long trousers:

Our first sight of the Funcho was amazing...it was FULL :

Contrast with 2024....

What did I say about nothing could go wrong by walking in reverse? We walked right past  the usual lunch stop, but found a better seat by the lynx farm turnoff :

With some shunning the bank :

Kieran was a late entrant to the knobbly knees comp:

Thence down to an equally full Arade :

Peter reckoned it was fordable here...at low tide, anyway.

Ros was intent  on giving away jelly babes, of which she seemed to have an inexhaustable supply:

And thence to the only water crossing of note :

Where Tim discoverd, he reckons, some Jasper :

To save you looking it up.... "Jasper......an aggregate of microgranular quartz and/or cryptocrystalline chalcedony and other mineral phases, is an opaque, impure variety of silica, usually red, yellow, brown or green in color; and rarely blue. The common red color is due to iron(III) inclusions. Jasper breaks with a smooth surface and is used for ornamentation or as a gemstone. It can be highly polished and is used for items such as vases, seals, and snuff boxes" says Wikipedia. So now you know....can look very pretty when polished.

Back for a well earned drink.....I wasn't too sure about repeating the walk so soon, but the reverse direction seemed to work and many commented they don't recall walks anyway. So, I think I got away with it.

Thanks for coming, and reading....oh, in Alan's absence, here are some walking derrieres...

Oh, distance no doubt same as before, 14.4kms...and we never saw any lynx either.

Geoff

Christmas 2025 : Funcho walk and O Gralha Lunch

 Christmas 2025  : Funcho walk and O Gralha Lunch

Back in the days of yor , when  most of the current WAGS were regular AWW walkers, blogs were more esoteric : a lot of erudite discussion ( waffle?) and, almost as an aside, a few phrases along the lines of " we went up some hills, then down, had lunch and ended with a drink". These days , the latter gets expanded and the former ceases to exist. Perhaps this New Year we can revisit these old ideas, pehaps starting with an EXTREMELY belated blog of last December's Christmas frolic...otherwise known to Agatha C fans as "The Tale of the stolen Javali."

To begin....the usual coffee in the sun at O Gralha:

with Ros waxing about the Dutch coffee cups.

Nothing to do with the new owners origin ; a lovely lady from Moldova whose Portuguese ( says Ros) is worse than her English. But then she is a good cook and has changed the  closing day of the restaurant from a wednesday to a monday . Bad luck for my monday CVO rambler walks and lunches, Good News for AWW lunches.

18 came for the walk, usual crowd including Moura and Carol...plus Toby of course.

We set off by the snail farm, Peter wondering if we could ask for a tour...

Now that Alan our resident official photographer was back in harness, here is an example of his signature photo of walking derrieres...

The  Funcho was the fullest some of us had seen, so we stood to admire:

Jan had commented on my  previous walk that there weren't enough hills....though strangley  did not volunteer to go up here, which we had done in the distant past. Peter did volunteer, but he  would have been on his own .

This is beginning to sound a bit like " we went up some hills, then down, had lunch and ended with a drink", so had better say we got back to O Gralha to be joined by not only  Ken and Miriam , but Maria, a regular WAGS  walker but not seen on AWW for some time. Lovely to have her back with us. Some donned their Christmas Jumpers, with not an arrow in sight....

We had a rather exotic array of starters......we think this was some sort of baccalau...

And a rather copious supply of wine...

I think this was a toast to the AWW...

Not too sure about this one....

However, to get back to the alternative title.....where was my javali?7 were ordered, 7 delivered, but someone down the other end of the table must have mistaken javali for roast pork. The culprit remains unkown!

I managed to remember to thank the various Mrs's Kitty ( Jan, Ros, Julie, Miriam) and Ros for organising the lunch. ( I could digress on the plural  of Mrs Kitty.....not Mrs Kittys or Mrs Kitties, google thinks Mmes Kitty or perhaps Mses Kitty.....take your pick). Plus all the walkers and especially the leaders ( bit of a dying breed....3 current ones are injured, putting an extra load on those remaining)  Ros kindly presented me with a bottle :

Stephen kindly recalled the walk stats :

So, many thanks for reading this far ( if you have) and for another successful AWW year. Roll on 2026 and may our many injured colleagues soon get back to full health.

Thanks to alan for photos.

Geoff

Caminho Endiabrada e Lagos Escondidos – The Endiabrada and Hidden Lakes Walk

 26th November 2025

On a chilly but beautiful sunny morning, eleven of us and two dogs gathered at the Cantinho de Bordeira in the picturesque village of Bordeira on the Western Algarve coast. They were Ros, Geoff, Linda, Jim, Sue, Margaret, Gill, Steve, Tim, James, Richard, Toby and Bica. 

We walked out of the village for about 200m past the bus stop (or meeting spot for the locals) to the start/end point of the trail.  We took the right fork then climbed steadily until we reached a swing.  Ros and Richard re-lived their childhood, having a go on the swing.

After nearly 4 km we came to a fork in the road at the narrowest point of the figure of 8.  Here was where people who wanted a shorter walk could turn off, but we all pressed on.

We continued through the Mediterranean forests at the foot of the Espinhaço de Cão, following the path Steve and Margaret had previously marked out using:-

  

Red wool

Arrows made from twigs

Arrows made from pinecones

And Steve checking on his GPS tracker.

We found the 3 hidden lakes, but the third lake was too far away to be photographed.

 

Very near the highest point of the walk we stopped for lunch.  The ground was a bit rough but the views were good.

Jim was not feeling well so he and Gill carried on.  The dilemma was should they go back the way they came or carry on.  Margaret confidently told them that to continue the walk involved fewer turnings so would be easier to follow as the way was signposted.  The only tricky bit would be to turn right when you reached a pile of timber trunks on the left.

We set off after lunch and headed into the wood and realised there were more turnings and piles of wood than Margaret had remembered.  But all was well.  Thanks to Jim and Gill’s excellent orienting skills and ability to ask for directions they found their way back down and Jim recovered.

Back to the rest of the group.  

Coming out of the wood the scenery took a darker and more sinister turn.  Here the horrific fire in September that spread from Aljezur to Barão São João had left its mark.  

All around were black charred trees, and the smell changed from the heady aroma of the forest to the stench of burning still in the air after all this time.

 

But even after people's carelessness and stupidity has wreaked such havoc and devastation, nature finds a way to restore itself.  It will be interesting to come back in the future to see the new plants grow.

Having climbed in the morning the afternoon path was mainly downhill or flat and we returned to the area untouched by the fire.                                          There was a stream to cross.

And several boggy areas to bypass, but the quicksand that Steve and Margaret had found on their last reconnaissance was nowhere to be found.  Perhaps all the boulders and pieces of wood they had thrown into it had cleared it!

The sight of cows grazing and chickens signalled the return to civilisation.

This was confirmed as we turned the corner to see the village of Bordeira nestled on the hillside, where much-needed refreshment was enjoyed by all. 

Many thanks to Gill, Tim, Steve and Geoff for their photos and Geoff for his stats

Key statistics 

Distance covered: 16.5 Km 

Time spent moving:  3hr 40 min

Height climbed 260m

Highest point 198m

Bordeira Beach and Carrapateira

  

The forecast was for rain. No-one could say how much rain or when. It depended on which website you checked. One 20% blob at 8 o'clock and again at 11 o'clock; or a 60% triple blob at 3 o'clock; or all the above; or hopefully, none at all. After much demurring, we decided to walk half an hour earlier than planned, and 10 intrepid souls (one soul belonging to Bica the dog) gathered at the Cantinho de Bordeira for a 9.30 start. 

Cantinho de Bordeira

Coffees were drunk and tales were told of large plates full of scrambled eggs served up at the Aljezur hotel where visitors to the Western Algarve were staying, but we were on our way by ten minutes to ten. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A gentle amble on tarmac quickly led to a large billboard informing us that Bordeira is a marvellous village. We were inclined to agree and chose this spot for a group photo (there is a dog in there somewhere). 

Contrary to fears and warnings the sky stayed blue(ish). Within a few minutes of the start, we were on the well-marked trails of the Western Algarve, heading towards the Bordalete hill. 

 

 

After several kilometres we said our goodbyes to Ken and Mariam (and Bica the dog) as they took a different route home, and the remaining seven pressed onward toward Bordeira beach. The first signs of it came long before we saw it as the firm trail gave way to several kilometres of soft sand.
 

 

 

 

 

 

Undeterred we marched on and in a bit, we arrived at a trig which coincided with our first view of the magnificent western ocean, of which more anon. 

The Trig

 

Sadly, two foolhardy exhibitionists in our party saw this exquisite scientific marker merely as a photo opportunity. The more serious members of the group were far more interested in possibly ancient runes carved on stones at the foot of the trig.  

Possibly ancient runes

The soft sand trail finally led us to a cliff top with a path down to the beach. Path may be an overstatement, but after only minor hesitation and led by Ros (the-mountain-goat-with-the-bit-between-her-teeth)  

with Ros only a speck in the distance

 

 

 

 

 

and we reached the high point (or the low point?) of our walk - abseiling down to the beach! 

 

 

Teamwork!

 

 and more teamwork!

 

 

 

Followed by paddling (for some)

 

 

 

Some finely designed cliffs 

 a well-earned lunch on the beach …..

 

And a short trek into Carrapateira as the skies darkened with still 5 kilometres to go.

 

Even the beach café was closed. Did they know something we didn’t? Was a downpour inevitable? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But against all odds the seven stalwart folk stayed dry, and made their way steadily back to the café whence their journey had begun before the threatened storm

 

 

 

 

But only just! Within five minutes the heavens opened and it poured down. Storm Claudia had arrived!

Statistical annex:

Distance: 17.19 km

Elevation: 378m

Elapsed Time: 5 hours and 27 minutes

Moving time: 4 hours and 10 minutes