The morning starts a bit hazy and there is a strong wind blowing across the river. We can hear and see larks swooping and dropping into the grass.

At 11:30 we set off for Sagres, a town on the south west tip of the Algarve. We drive over the river and through the urban sprawl of Portimao. All around us are more storks' nests on lamp posts and chimneys, and we wonder if they are rearing chicks yet.

Today there are fewer orange sellers but quite a few potteries, some with their walls hung with decorated plates.

As we head west the earth becomes bright red like Devon and a few miles further scrub and grey rocks remind us of Cornwall, until the sight of a black shepherd in linen robes and head-scarf driving a flock of coffee coloured sheep, reminds us we're approaching a different 'Lands End'. We also see broom growing, only here it is white, not yellow.

Sagres is a town of white, low buildings with orange tiled rooves. The road through leads out to a headland fortress with views along the coast to a lighthouse. There is a large aire here and it would be a good place to stop, but we came here for the proper campsite so that we can charge the van's and wheelchair's batteries, do some laundry and use the wi-fi. So after a brief stop to take in the view we leave the aire and go a mile or so to the site, arriving around 13:15

After checking in and finding our pitches amongst the sand-pines we have lunch the set about all the chores.

In the evening we enjoy a roast chicken dinner with a drop of local wine and some good music from the CD player, before going to bed with freshly washed and aired linen looking at the bright stars through the roof.