The last post was too winey, I know. But let’s just say we enjoyed the day.

Given the roads we had to drive and the speed at which they were driven, which was largely dictated by the ludicrous speeds attained by delivery vans, I am surprised that Portugal hasn’t sent more drivers to Formula 1. Really fantastic and harrowing driving. Just don’t plan on cycling in the Duoro – that would be suicidal.

The manor house where we stayed was populated by British, who are close enough to be able to make long weekends out of trips to the region. Lucky. The most notable British descendant, however was the English bulldog Molly, who coped with the 39 degrees C by wading in the swimming pool. Just like the rest of the Brits.

Award for best recycling of a port aging barrel goes to “sauna.”