Money Museum, Lisbon We’re in the money this week! His Lordship being an enthusiastic numismatist (ugh, sounds like a disease, doesn’t it?), I knew that there would be no avoiding a visit to the Museu do Dinheiro, the Money Museum in Lisbon. I had my usual panic attack on arrival, terrified I’d be locked up in some dark cloakroom for the duration of the visit, but once all the Oldies’ belongings, including me, had been passed through the security…
Dr Seamus does it again. I shouldn’t give away any trade secrets, but my special seagull solution administered in copious amounts appears to have been just what the doctor ordered! The Oldies are back on their feet again. Well, sitting down in the Lisbon bars again, and the colour has definitely returned to their cheeks. And their noses. I am so happy to be out and about after been stuck indoors for so long. Our first few outings were merely…
Aaargh! Give me patience! Well, that’s the problem actually. I’ve too many patients. Two too many. We’ve just arrived in Lisbon and the Oldies are sick. They’re both down with ‘flu-like symptoms. What rotten luck! We’re finally by the sea again, the sun is shining, there isn’t a cloud in the sky and I’m confined to quarters with the Wobbly Wingless Wonders. Talk about being as sick as a parrot! Her Ladyship is having palpitations about the fact that His…
River Tagus, Lisbon Much as I love going to the beaches with the Wingless Wonders, I have also developed a great fondness for our riverside jaunts. Ah, the mighty river Tagus! It is always fascinating to spend time along the estuary watching the constant flow of traffic, from one-person dinghies tacking around buoys, to commuter ferries traversing the river at speed, to tankers, cargo ships and luxury cruisers heading out to the open sea. Belém is one of the Oldies’…
Portinho da Arrábida and Setúbal City, Portugal I have to pinch myself. Apart from the occasional paraglider landing nearby, we are practically alone on the beautiful sun-drenched white sands, staring out at an azure sea. We could easily be forgiven for thinking we are on some south sea island at the height of the summer, but it’s late November and we are on Portinho da Arrábida beach, a stone’s throw from the city of Setúbal. Driving down into Portinho village…