I think I’ve developing a thing about Silves. Ten nights now. Wasn’t planned that way.
Moved on early today, and went into the hills above a reservoir at Barragem da Arade. Had a terrific day walking the hills. Got back to the van 6 ish, had dinner, cleaned up, and settled down to my Motorhomer fix, when I had a knock on the window. I wasn’t expecting guests, I had nothing in, I’d been shopping, but you’d expect a little notice if someone was visiting. As it turned out, it was the GNR, old bill to you and me. Asking me, and my neighbours to kindly shift, like now. We could have stayed a little longer, paying the €200 fine, and then move anyway, or go peacefully. I moved, as did the others, although a French bloke was still arguing the toss , when I left. Something about, fire risk. After the fires we saw on telly last year. You can see their point.
So now I’m back in Silves, in a car park by the swimming pool, if you know the area. Almost opposite the pub we were in last night.
We, an explanation. I met a couple in Alcoutim, him ex squaddie, her Dutch lady. Anyway, they live in Portugal,and use a old Autosleeper for weekends away. Silves is somewhere they visit often. They conjoled me into visiting a restaurant that had live music in the afternoon, my first meal out since leaving my sister. In the evening it was this pub across the way for a jam session. Live music again. Didn’t see any jam.
The reservoir was a recommendation from another couple, who are supposed to be meeting me there tomorrow. I’ll try and let them know not to bother. In future I’ll try to use the Aires in the book. It’ll save a lot of bother.