Ferry to Tróia

Drove our boy to Lisbon airport; he's now landed safely in the UK. Not my story to tell, but he broke up with his fiancée yesterday; it's been pretty traumatic...

And then, today was the funeral of a friend from our church in the UK, too young and full of life to die, we'll miss you, Karen.

Felt, desperately, I just needed a break. Found an out-of-season bargain in an apart hotel in Tróia, which is a weird place - a bit like a mini Las Vegas, plonked down on the end of a long peninsula on the Alentejano coast. Less than 30 minutes from Lisbon to the ferry, and then you see it glowing incongruously in the dark. But it's warm and comfy and there's a bathtub, and a beach outside for tomorrow...