Is it Wednesday or Thursday?

Lovely day. Walked into Portimão, got the water taxi over to Ferragudo. Got sweet talked by a charming restaurant guy—ended up giving in, but fair play, they delivered: charcoal-grilled veg, fries, salad, half a carafe of wine. We left absolutely stuffed.

Blip is of a stork’s nest perched on a ridiculously high chimney. Turns out the whole marina’s basically a stork housing estate—nests on cranes, chimneys, anything tall enough. If it sticks up, there’s a bird on it.

Didn’t go out tonight. Got the water taxi back, had a vaguely healthy milkshake, bit of a siesta, then planned tomorrow. Booked a park-up for Saturday night and sorted the next campsite near Lisbon, we check out of here on Saturday.

Now eating leftovers, drinking wine, and feeling grateful that I don't have to go to work.