Vilamoura (Portugal)

The sun is shining full and strong on the seaside town, its marina is full toy boats only the rich can afford. Restaurants and cafes are selling overpriced food and drink under shady awnings and parasols. In summers shade is costly under every tree a table and waiters waiting to take your order. The midday sun is relentless a throng of people walking up and down the promenade, can they all be English? I often walk here in late October when the elderly come on holiday, shadows are free the sun is pale on a fluffy sky, boats have sailed to a warmer clime and the town dreams of last summer’s wine.