Leaving Porto Covo and I spotted this giant shadow on the ground. One minute it was there then the next, gone.

We put walls and razor wire around ours and then add, ‘You will die' signs. Here, they all understand the danger without the nannying and so, the electricity sub-station can be converted into art.

The harbour at Porto Covo. A very pleasant little town. With a great hotel. Two pools don’t you know.

This part even has little posts to guide you. Thankfully, didn’t last, and I could choose my own way.

Those waves. Sometimes three metres tall.

Gawd! The Isle of Man never had any handy ropes to help you up the cliffs.

They even paint the way markers in the most out-of-the-way places.

And then add helpful instructions. No need for guide book or maps.

Bond-villain island.

Frig. A man and woman ahead. See how they mirror each other, bending left and right at the same time.

I had thought to attempt a group walk in October if the Esme bud thing settles. But I find the close proximity of other humans, especially if in my eyeline or worse, if I can hear their babble, triggering. Maybe Esme can help me with some suggestions.

Fortress coming up.

I scooted past while they gawped at the Fortress. God! but I’m an antisocial old fucker. Talk about an overhang. Not sure I want to walk on that. I might tip it over the edge, so to speak.

A lovely yellow brick road ahead. Shame that I’ll be jinking off on the narrower trails.

I wonder if you see the same thing as me. Yes. It is a huge fossilized octopus. Its oblong head is facing us, its tentacles are coming towards us. One is impaled by that pole and two others are swept backwards down the hill.

A whole area of these freshly bloomed, yellow flowers.

These bamboo forests are the strangest things. Who knew? Bamboo in Portugal. ( I know - reeds, don't spoli it for the class.)

There are no farms, no livestock. I suppose they could run goats which would destroy everything, but sensibly they just made a huge national park and preserved it all pristine.

Just came along that 2K of lovely beach. Soft sand’s a bitch, but you can’t have everything.

Trekking through the pine forests now. Still far too much soft sand.

Around that headland. Maybe my last. Ha! What a fool.

There is a sneaky chap down there. See if you can spot him before zooming in.

You can hear the waves banging into the rocks from far away. Nothing between us and Virginia, USA but the ocean. Love the way the water flows through that comb-y rock.

Hard to catch, but maybe you’d get a feel for the waves in this one.

The black bit is a sea cave. Home to a sea dragon, for all the kids amongst you.

That headland is definitely for tomorrow.

Here you go. Running-out-of-steam face. Sweat-run sun block and all (you'd think that I didn't know how to use my phone as a mirror).

Civilisation on the horizon.

Weird. Every other bay is sandy. I suppose this one must have fallen foul of the sea gods.

Damn! but that is disappointing. Two more miles.

The river estuary at Vila Nova de Milfrontes. A very nice looking place. With, it turns out, a lovely restaurant where I had giant shrimp the size of a lobster.

The original “Vila”. Are ye all jell of the beautiful blue sky and sun shining? Me blessed by the new and the old.