On the Dock of the Bay

Well, nearly. Fuseta harbour is a small and attractive place in the eastern Algarve; today the sun shine, although there was a stiff breeze which was a little chilly for my mother (not pictured). 

We treated her to lunch, pleased to see that she ate a complete grilled salmon, before driving her to the seafront for ice cream and coffee. 

It was very pleasant, but she had forgotten almost all of it five minutes after we left. Living only in the moment, perhaps . . .