Monthly Archives: April 2010

If you ever find yourself in conversation with a Silver Coast property developer it is probably best to avoid mentioning the airport. I’m guessing it could be a touchy subject. Until a few years ago the Portuguese government was planning … Continue reading →

She sits there shucking beans like this is what her hands have been doing all her life. She is always there, a small woman buried in a mountain of clothes. They hang from her in countless layers that cover not … Continue reading →

A magnificent building is decaying gently on the edge of the park in Caldas da Rainha. It sits beside the boating lake and looks out across the park’s towering London Plane trees like some kind of genteel lady guardian who … Continue reading →

Strange things happen when the moon is as full and swollen as it is tonight. We have been told this is not a good time to leave washing out overnight. A few years ago our baby son was sleeping but … Continue reading →

There is a type of car in Portugal which is somewhat cruelly referred to as a ‘mata velha’, a phrase which translates as ‘it kills old’ (according to Babel Fish). I have no idea how justified this name is but … Continue reading →