Holding Hands

Woke up to message on phone from youngest in Manchester: "Just for your peace of mind, I'm fine, bomb has gone off... ", so was reassured before I even knew to worry - thanks for your thoughtfulness, girl.

But that's no comfort for those who were there... All I can think of in response is to be as kind as we know how to all we meet, to somehow make up for it. The waves are big, but if we hold on to each other, they will feel easier. And so we picked up two hitchhikers, first a German, and then a Roma - two other Mum's sons. The photo is from Monte Clérigo beach, where we had breakfast.

Then the rather hot and tedious drive across the Alentejo, and now we are home in Mourão, and already been invited out to dinner by Padre Luís, which is why I'm posting early.