Pine trees shadow

When we were young one of my strongest memories is of camping in the pines on the Atlantic coast of France.

Here we are in the Atlantic coast of Portugal in amongst the pines. The sounds, the smell, the light is all so evocative.

This is what I’ll be thinking of, looking out of a classroom window on a grey, wet, February day.

It’s magical here. Even the breeze, just the right level of refreshing, is wonderful.

A night in Lisbon tomorrow before returning to the mini UK heatwave!