A short walk to start the season and that means a short blog !
From east and west they met at O Momento in Messines on a cloudy, close morning. Lots of chatter but the13 walkers and 2 dogs lined up dutifully for the photo. Names not necessary , we all know who's who.
Although the walk would be west of Messines the first loop took us due east on a flat track past some lush greenery .
A teeny little slope having safely negotiated 2 roundabouts. Single file, very well behaved at this point.
Then it was uphill towards Penedo Grande and the wiggely little back streets and alleyways of the town.
We stopped to look at the poet's birthplace and 3 walkers stopped altogether and made their way back through town to their cars - or perhaps they fancied lunch at O Momento ?
Now heading west we followed the railway until we could go through the tunnel and up the hill to .....
...to the Santa Ana chapel ( murmerings in Messines that it may be restored and reroofed one of these days ) and the lovely tiled picture of the Battle of Santa Ana in 1834.
Lunch in the shade - Toby had already had his on the way up.
At a fork the rights on the right had it and we walked a longer loop to join the road back to Intermarché in Messines.
Some were so revived by their drinks that they went off to play the Volta machine, others found their drinks rather smaller than usual and Martin went AWOL looking for books in a charity shop . That was the last we saw of him.
Walk was about 14kms, elevation 165m....Plus 1.6k through Messines to the cars.
Thanks to all who came and great to have our photographer with us again.
ps. Martin sent apologies - accepted and he's still allowed to walk with us.
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A good turnout, even if lost 3.....back in the day, the loosing allowance was only 10% ! Surely Margaret had the poem translated?
ReplyDeleteThis is what copilot reckons...
Homeland
Like the prodigal son returning to his father’s home,
Disillusioned by what he sought in vain,
I, already weary from this struggle,
Of dreams upon dreams of fortune,
Longed to sleep the eternal sleep,
Opening my grave beside my cradle!
To close, in short, the circle of life
At the beloved point of departure!
Then, Lord, when that day arrives
That extinguishes the light that guides me,
Let me rest where repose
My holy father and his eternal wife—
My sainted mother!
Thus the cold stone will weigh less upon me,
For the land where one is born is mother too!