A hot and sticky one

Today was Helena’s last day with us as we set out from Esposende to Viana do Castello. She walked with us for an hour before heading back for an Uber to Porto airport. Esposende is situated alongside the final stretch of the Cávado River before it empties into the Atlantic Ocean and has a heritage that is mainly fishing but the area’s history goes back far beyond this. Close by are a number of Bronze Age sites, most notably the fortified village of Castro de São Lourenço which dates back to the 4th century BC.

Walking out from our hotel we walked past the Forte de São João Baptista de Esposende, a navy fort built 1699-1794 to defend the mouth of the Cávado River, and the rather large Esposende town sign.

That was the last we would see of the sea for quite a while as we headed inland past fields of newly planted corn and a surprising number of eucalyptus trees – Portugal has the 5th largest area worldwide of the trees which were introduced in the 18th Century to prevent soil erosion.

Encountering our first climb of the day we passed the parish church São Miguel de Marinhas built in the 1930s but the Renaissance High Alter is preserved from the original 11th century church. We also saw plenty of these flowers, Brugmansia, also known as Angel’s Trumpets. Apparently these are toxic (part of the nightshade family) and are extinct in the wild.

We then talked in to the village of Belinho and took a few minutes respite (it was now warm and getting hilly) to look around the church of Matriz of Belinho.

We then wandered off, up a pretty steep incline, into a beautiful wooded area. The smell of the eucalyptus was lovely, as was the noise of the river down below and the cool shade of all the trees. We passed a couple from Nevada doing the Camino of a tandem bicycle – due to the tree root and stone covered path we both passed each other multiple times as they had to get off and walk!

We thought we were done with hills but as soon as we passed the Igreja de Santiago de Castelo do Neiva we were then back climbing up into the wooded hills again – this time is a loop around the cemetery and the church before descending again. It was pretty humid and the hill climbing extortion meant we needed to stop for a drink at what seemed (judging by the crowds) the only cafe on the route for quite some time.

Finally we could see our destination, Viana do Castelo across the river. On a hill above the town stands the Santuário do Sagrado Coração de Jesus, built in 1904. During the pneumonic pandemic in 1918 and terrified by the violence of the outbreak and mourning the loss of so many who had perished, the people of Viana vowed to climb annually on a pilgrimage to “Monte de Santa Luzia” if no more lives were taken. When the mortality ceased, the inhabitants fulfilled their promise, and they began ascending the mount annually in 1920. 

We walked across a busy, long bridge where the footpath was pretty narrow and the railing was quite low – a definite no-no for people with a fear of bridges/heights. We walked through the town square on our way to our hotel.

Following a needed shower (and clothes wash) it was time to head back into town for a cold beer. Tomorrow we are walking to Vila Praia da Ancora.

Mission accomplished

This morning we left Póvoa de Vadim and headed for Esposende. Póvoa de Varzim has been a well-known beach resort for over three centuries, the most popular in Northern Portugal, which created an influential literary culture and historical-artistic patronage in music and theatre. Casino de Póvoa is one of the few and prominent gambling venues in Portugal.

We started out walking on pavement beside the sea, which was looking very different (and moody) from yesterday. The grey overcast sky also meant that it was relatively cool for the first part of the journey. After a while the boardwalk started again as we headed over the sand dunes. There are very few people doing this Camino, we only passed a handful yesterday and today was shaping up to be similar.

Continuing over the dunes we passed a windmill in someone’s front garden – the way the sails were folded looked like it was in active use in the right weather. The path passed by the town of Areosa with its distinctive church in the centre.

Walking on we came to a curved piece of boardwalk with no visible reason why it was that shape and passed a local football ground with what looked like a synthetic pitch. We then walked alongside Estela golf course for a while – we stood and watched a player make a pretty decent put on this par 3 – he was very surprised when we applauded from over the fence!

As we walked further we went inland and the scenery changed completely- gone were the dunes and vies of the sea replaced by a greener environment with poly tunnels full of tomatoes, manicured gardens, bamboo hedgerows, colourful hedgerows and a series of flowering cactuses.

Then the greenery ended and we walked through the town of Apulia with a brief stop to have a look at the church – it wasn’t possible to get a good look inside as it was being renovated. Apulia seemed to go on for ever with not a soul in sight.

After a brief walk through a nice wooded area we came into the town of Faro which sits on the south side of the Rio Cavado. As today was a fairly short walk we stopped for a coffee to avoid being at our hotel way too early. On the way to the bridge over the river we passed the fire station (all volunteers) with a Model A Ford fire engine sitting beside the rescue jet ski.

Just over the bridge into Esposende we spotted a restaurant serving sardines – they were excellent, very fresh and well cooked. 7 sardines, potatoes, garnish and a drink came to a massive €8 (£6.75) each. Hopefully we find more of the same on future days!

Esposende looks to be a little more affluent than previous towns, the centre being very fresh and clean. We wondered into the church that is the “official” end of the path for the day hoping for a steam in our passport but left empty handed.

Tomorrow is a slightly longer day as we head further up the coast to Viana do Castelo.

In search of sardines

We left Porto to head up the coast to Povoa de Varzim. Helena is with us for the first couple of days walking. Everyone knows about Port Wine and Porto but the city has a very rich and long history. An example is that unrest by Republicans led to the 31/01/1891 revolt in Porto, the first uprising against the Portuguese monarchy. This resulted ultimately in the overthrow of the monarchy and proclamation of the republic by the 05/10/1910 revolution. On 19/01/1919, forces favourable to the restoration of the monarchy launched a counter-revolution in Porto known as the Monarchy of the North. During this time, Porto was the capital of the restored kingdom, as the movement was contained to the north. The monarchy was deposed less than a month later, which marked the final end to monarchy in Portugal.

We took the metro (as recommended by the guidebook), to avoid a long walk through the city suburbs, to Matoshinos. At the end of the 19th century, the Port of Leixões was constructed to provide a sheltered port to service the city of Porto, which supported Matosinhos’s fishing industry and led to the development of a local fish canning industry. Production and exports of canned fish in Matosinhos rose during the world wars and peaked between 1940 and 1960, when there were a total of 54 factories. The Port of Leixões and the fishing industry contributed to economic development and a growth in resident population and in 1984 Matosinhos became a city.

Today’s route would be entirely alongside the coast with mainly sandy beaches interspersed with rocky patches and a very nice looking salt water swimming pool. This enviromnent as led to many shipwrecks on this coast over the years.

Our walk then moved from the pavement beside the beach to a boardwalk that would take us nearly the rest of the days journey. Some areas of the boardwalk has weathered slightly worse than others leading to a nice bouncy walking experience.

As we continued up the coast the cloud cover slowly lifted but the (fairly) gentle breeze from the sea meant we didn’t get too overheated. Plenty of suncream was needed though. We passed a few pretty fishing villages and this prompted a wish to have local sardines for lunch. Alas this was not to be as most of the bars / restaurants on the sea front has fairly standard “snack” food. Not to be deterred we promised ourselves sardines for dinner.

Coming close to the end of our day we stopped at a small church to get on of our required stamps (in our pilgrims passport) for the day and wandered through the town of Vila Chã. The whole town was being decorated for a festival of some sort but I couldnt find any further information.

Finally we reached our destination of Povoa de Varzim which was a much larger than we initially thought. After a needed freshen up in the hotel we found a beachside bar (it wasnt difficult as there are plenty) for a well earned cold beer. Dinner, unfortunately didnt provide any sardines to the search continues. Tomorrow we walk to Esposende.

Porto Preparation

In preparation for the Portuguese Coastal Camino, we are spending a couple of days in Porto getting acclimatised. There is a lot so see and do here.

The Grande Hotel do Porto is a lovely place to stay and very close to the old town where most of the things to see and do are situated.

The day started by walking downhill (and Porto is very hilly) towards Porto Cathedral. This pre-Romanesque church is mentioned in the De Expugnatione Lyxbonensi as being present in 1147, so it is assumed that construction of the present building began in the second half of the 12th century and work continued until the 16th century. There were major Baroque additions in the 18th century, and further changes were made in the 20th century.

We continued downhill to the waterfront for a coffee and soak up the sun, before the crowds started. It wasn’t too long before tour groups from cruise ships started filling the waterfront cafes.

The only way back to the hotel for an ice cream before heading off to our afternoon guided tour was up a series of (very steep) flights of steps – definitely got some good leg exercise stored up for starting the Camino.

We started the tour at the Portuguese Centre of Photography which was a prison during the dictatorship of Antonio de Oliveira Salazar – 1933-1974 but in now a very different building. The author Camilo Castelo Branco was imprisioned there for adultery and wrote his book Amor de Perdición (Love and Perdition) while incarcerated. Next stop was the Livraria Lello which, along with Bertrand in Lisbon, it is one of the oldest bookstores in Portugal and frequently rated among the top bookstores in the world (placing third in lists by guidebook publisher Lonely Planet). Local legend has it that JK Rowling used the staircase as inspiration for her Harry Potter books (she lived in Porto for a couple of years).

Next stop was São Bento station, constructed over a number of years, starting in 1904, based on plans by architect José Marques da Silva. The large panels of around twenty thousand azulejo (tin glazed ceramic) tiles (551 square meters) were designed and painted by Jorge Colaço. The murals represent moments in the country’s history and the multicolored panels depict rural scenes showing the people of various regions.

We the crossed the Dom Luís Bridge over to the town of Vila Nova de Gaia. At its construction, its 172 metres (564 ft) span was the longest of its type in the world. and the project was initially proposed In 1879 by Gustave Eiffel as a new bridge over the Douro, with a high single deck in order to facilitate ship navigation.

The last part of the day was the very touristy boat tour of the 6 Duoro bridges. The temperature dropped and the wind picked up noticeably as we passed under the last bridge before the sea, but only for a short while as we turned back to the mooring.

Tuesday started with a visit to the Majestic Cafe. The cafe originally opened in 1922 and was designed to look like a Parisian cafe in the Art Nouveau style by the architect José Pinto de Oliveira. It was originally an exclusive and upmarket cafe that acted as a place for the elitist members of society to meet. JK Rowling conformed that she wrote some of Harry Potter while sitting in this cafe. The pastéis de nata was absolutely delicious.

Next stop was the Tower of the Igreja dos Clérigos. Construction of the church began in 1732 and was finished in 1750, while the bell tower and the monumental divided stairway in front of the church were completed in 1763. The tower is 75.6 metres high, dominating the city while there are 240 steps to be climbed to reach the top of its six floors and have a commanding view of the city

Final tourist part of the day was a visit to the Museum and Stadium of PC Porto. The museum was very impressive – an interesting point being that FC Porto stood against the dictatorship and has to face many sporting “incidents” as preference was given to Lisbon based teams.

Helena is joining us later today for the first couple of days walking. Tomorrow morning we start the Camino and head up / along the coast to Povoa de Varzim.

The final countdown

Today we left Lybster and headed for John o’Groats

Today we had Mike and Barath walking the whole day, Lynn joining us at Wick and the new CEO of Catering and Logistics, Elizabeth, doing her thing.

As per the last couple of days, we got in the car to be dropped at the point where we finished the day before. This strategy has been effective and means we haven’t had to walk 50 km plus on any single day of this adventure. Today we were dropped about 10 km outside Lybster, leaving us with approx 38 km to complete the journey to John o’Groats. From the weather forecast and radar images we knew we would get a bit of a soaking later on, but for the start the weather was fine and the morning sky provided its usual range of sunny, cloudy and moody images.

As we walked into Wick the promised rain started – we did try to get coffee and scones but of the three options on the Main Street, one had a queue, one looked like an undertakers and the other only took cash – so on we walked. On the way out of town was a Tesco petrol station so we stocked up on lunch. The person behind the counter insisted Paul bought a chocolate bar (which he didn’t want) so he could benefit from the “meal deal” – so he gave the chocolate bar to the young lady in the queue behind us.

By now the storm was well and truly overhead as we trudged through the roadside puddles and passing car spray – luckily the wind was slightly behind us and not in our face – but it was very cold. We passed a field of swans just doing their thing and then then reached our penultimate milestone – 1,400 kms.

Past a couple of herds of Highland Cattle with the weather improving all the time and then back to within sight of the sea – past Keiss Castle (late 16th century) and Keiss House (1755) and then the final few kilometres into John o’Groats itself.

It was a fitting sign that there just happened to be a full rainbow over the town sign as we came down the road but still a couple of km away from the actual signpost.

Tired but happy we posed for our picture 35 days after posing at the other end of the country at the start of our journey. Incredible to think we have walked the length of the UK twice in two years – I’m fairly certain this is the last time though! As we walked into the bar for a well earned beer, the young lady from the Tesco station was serving – a free beer for Paul as a result!

The generosity shown by everyone who has donated, either directly via the website or of their time / expenses by joining us during the walk has been incredible. The company and support gave a huge boost in getting the journey done, and has helped in raising a good sum for two incredibly deserving hospices.

And finally, a last map of our progress:

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside

Today we left Brora and headed to Lybster

Today Barath and Mike (clearly something important on his phone lol) were walking with us and Lynn joining us later in the day. Newly promoted Director of Catering and Logistics, Elizabeth, was looking after us for the day.

As we drove to East Helmsdale, where we finished yesterday, the sun was breaking through into the sea in places giving some lovely views. There was some anxious looking at the weather forecast this morning but the current storm passed over very quickly just before we started walking. Then it was straight into a long hill, climbing about 150m – a nice way to warm up in the morning.

Walking to Berriedale there were plenty of nice views on both sides of the road – sea views and hills in the distance. Once we saw the escape lane sign we knew we had arrived at the steep up and down that we remembered well from last year. It was not as bad (although still tough) as we remembered, probably because we were on day 2 last year and the penultimate day this year. There was a coffee shop at the foot of the dip but we had no intention of carrying coffee / scone up the hill (another 150m) so we passed on this occasion.

Nearly at Dunbeath we stopped for a while to watch a pair of sheepdogs herding a large number of sheep around a huge field. It is so impressive how the two dogs worked together with only whistling form the shepherd. Carrying on up the (inevitable) hill from Dunbeath we stopped at a delightful tearoom to get a coffee / scone to take away. Asking for a latte we were told we could only have a milky coffee – but it was delicious as were the scones.

We started to get views of the huge offshore wind farm and one off many isolated churches / graveyards that populate this area and then enjoyed two herds of young cows. In the picture above they spotted us and started jostling each other to get a better view as they all came to wall so see what was going on. Then, on the other side of the road, another herd of youngsters ran down the whole field to keep pace with us walking – there was a lot of bumping into each other as they raced down the field. We then said goodbye to the A9 at Latheron and continued up the A99 towards John o’Groats.

We passed Lybster (our home for the night) and continued on down the road for about 10 km to shorten tomorrow’s journey. The light and clouds were causing wonderful imagery as we spotted a lighthouse we hadn’t seen on this route last year. We stopped for the day at a location called Whaligoe which appears on google maps but doesn’t actually have a signpost!

Tomorrow is our last day as we head for John o’Groats.

Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry …

Today we left Tain and headed for Helmsdale (Brora)

Today Barath would start walking with us and Lynn and Mike would join later in the day and Elizabeth was helping with transport logistics.

We drove to Evelix, where we finished walking yesterday, to restart our progress to John O’Groats. It was pretty chilly this morning (I think about 5c) as we left but with the rising sun and the feisty traffic on the A9 we warmed up soon enough.

As we approached The Mound, we passed the 1,300 kilometre mark – definitely not long to goo now. The Mound is a causeway across the mouth of the River Fleet. A passenger ferry once crossed at Littleferry at the opposite end of Loch fleet but, in 1816, this new embankment and road were completed by noted engineer Thomas Telford(1757 – 1834) who constructed a stone-arched bridge over a narrow river channel at the northeastern end of The Mound, and modified this bridge seventeen years later in 1833.

We picked up lunch (and swapped Barath for Lynn) in Golspie and then headed further along the A9 to Brora – this is where our hotel is for the night but with smoothing out the daily distances we still had quite a way to go (17 km).

By now the traffic had eased from heavy to mildly heavy, gaps between batches of traffic but still plenty of HGVs, Camper Vans and Taxi Drivers not paying attention to deal with. The weather was nice and sunny without being too hot as we passed alongside Brora golf course and the beach (which looked very tempting even if the water is probably of arctic temperature).

As we approached Helmsdale, a brief shower provided a good rainbow just off the coast – the closer we got to it the more it moved away! A family of squabbling turkeys got our attention and then we made it into Helmsdale. Rather than stop there, we took in a little bit of the hill (saves doing straight after breakfast tomorrow) and finished the day in East Helmsdale.

Tomorrow we will head just past Lybster.

And as you can see below, we are nearly there – just two more days to go

Last day of quiet back roads

Today we left Dingwall and headed to Tain

Today we had Barat and Lynn walking from the start (Mike would join later) and Elizabeth (wearing her bunny ears) helping with travel logistics.

We actually started from somewhere close to Ardullie (about 6km outside Dingwall) as that was where we walked to last night – we will overshoot by about 5-6km per day today and tomorrow to reduce the lengthy last two days. The sun was rising above the Cromaty Firth and the sky was also filled with migrating geese – fascinating to watch the patterns they make as various “flights” join together and separate – the noise above us was incredible as well. Then we passed the most adorable little Shetland Pony – their average height is about 102 cm (40 inches; unlike other horses, Shetlands are not measured in hands) with a maximum height of about 117 cm.

As we continued down the road towards Tain, we passed through Evanton with further nice views of Cromaty Firth. In the distance, on top of Cnoc Fyrish (453m) we could just about see a building – this is the Fyrish Monument which was built in 1782 on the orders of Sir Hector Munro 8th of Novar, a native lord of the area who had served in India as a general. As the local population were being cleared off the land they had worked for centuries by the Lords of the Land, survival was a problem and so it was built to keep the locals in labour. It was said that Sir Hector rolled stones from the top of the hill to the bottom, thereby extending the amount of time worked and paying the labourers for additional hours. The monument represents the Gate of Negapatam, a port in Madras, India, which General Munro took for the British in 1781.

As we passed by Invergordon in the distance we could see that the number of oil rigs / platforms being stored in the Firth looked to have increased from last year. At this stage we passed a team who were supporting a guy from Exeter who was skateboarding from John O’Groats to Land’s End – if you thought we were mad well this is another level! We then (finally) passed our 800 mile milestone, meaning less than 100 miles to go – quite a moment.

We passed Tain (our scheduled stop for the night) but due to our plan to overshoot each day we still had another 11 km to cover. We had some spectacular views of Dornoch Firth as we walked down towards, and then crossed, the Dornoch Firth Bridge. Dornoch Firth is designated as a national scenic area, one of 40 such areas in Scotland. The remainder of the day was spent on the busy A9 (due to be our companion now for Wednesday and Thursday) as we reached our stopping point for the day. On the way it was good to finally see John O’Groats represented on a mileage sign!

Tomorrow we will head for Helmsdale (about 15km past our hotel in Brora).

It’s strange to think that our adventure is nearly over (again).

It was a wet one …

Today we left Drumnadrochit and headed to Dingwall

Today we had Mike and Ben (Ken) walking with us and Elizabeth and Lynn providing the logistical support.

It had been raining heavily all night and all the predictions were that this would continue for most of the day. We all arrived downstairs for breakfast at our agreed (by the hotel) time of 8am to discover nobody present – after several phone calls and no progress we left without breakfast as we couldn’t wait any longer. Elizabeth, Lynn and Dal were staying a bit later and I believe suitable reparations were made by the hotel. So after a coffee stop at the first petrol station we headed up a nasty hill in the pouring rain – to say there were rivers flowing down the road would be an understatement. The hill was about 160m climb in about 30 mins – so pretty steep. The rain didn’t abate at the top but at least we were walking on the flat.

We made our way into Beauly by crossing the River Beauly and buying some lunch in a very nice delicatessen opposite the Boer War memorial. While lunch was packed away for later in the afternoon we did avail of coffee and some awesome scones.

After leaving Beauly we spotted a group of Alpacas who, while being very curious, look so funny with their hair styles. There were also a couple of Highland Cows that were doing their best not to be photographed but with a bit of patience the mugshots were taken. Highland Cattle are a Scottish breed of rustic cattle. They originated in the Scottish Highlands and the Outer Hebrides islands of Scotland and have long horns and a long shaggy coat. They are a hardy breed, bred to withstand the intemperate conditions in the region. The first herd-book dates from 1885 and there are two types – a smaller island type, usually black, and a larger mainland type, usually dun – both were registered as a single breed.

We saw Ben Wyvis in the distance (Scottish Gaelic: Beinn Uais, meaning “hill of terror”). The mountain (1046m) stands on the northern edge of historic lands of Clan Munro. By tradition, the Munros held their land from the Crown. The king declared that they held their lands on condition of furnishing a snowball at midsummer if required. This condition they could easily fulfil, as snow was to be found in some of the mountain corries of their property all year round.

We passed some fly fishermen in the River Conon on our way into Dingwall (home of Ross County Football Club) and our accommodation for the night. The rain had stopped shortly after Beauly so we were mostly dried out by the time we finished walking.

Tomorrow we head to Tain.

No sign of Nessie this time either

Today we had Ben (Ken) and Dal walking with us with Mike and Lynn both walking and taking care of transport logistics. Dal decided to up his game today by wearing his wife’s trousers – he looked very fetching in them!

The day started with rain as we watched from the breakfast room. Mercifully it stopped by the time we left and would not reappear for the whole day. We started out by doing a bit of a route march down the A82 for the first couple of miles (rather than climbing up into the hills straight after breakfast). It was early Sunday morning and the (normally very busy) road was very quiet – never the less we made a good pace to get off the road as quickly as possible. We had some nice views of Loch Oich (every autumn the Atlantic Salmon migrate from the sea using Loch Oich, Loch Lochy and Loch Ness as their spawning nests) and turned off the A82 at the Bridge of Oich (last picture).

We then walked along the Caledonian Canal footpath as far as Fort Augustus and its multiple locks. We were treated to sunshine and some beautiful reflections on the very still canal waters and passed our 1,200 kilometre milestone today. The canal itself was very quiet until we reached Fort Augustus where the main lock had 7-8 boats in it all ready to make the journey downstream. Time for a coffee and scone stop and then we were off again.

From Fort Augustus we thought we might try another sneaky walk along the A82 and avoid a bit of a climb, but one look at the coaches that went along the road convinced us otherwise. So up we went and along the Great Glen Way, with some enticing views of Loch Ness through the trees until the inevitable descent down into Invermoriston. We picked up our lunch (for later in the day) from Mike who then walked with us for the next while – and we dropped Lynn off as she had walked from Fort Augustus.

We remembered (and not with any fondness) the descent into Invermoriston from last year and, sure enough, it was still there except that it was now a lung busting 150m plus climb in a relatively short period of time. Once at the top we had a choice of high or low route alongside Loch Ness. As we had done the high route last year the low route became the route of choice. Some absolutely spectacular views of the Loch and some lovely weather hinted towards a smooth passage. Then we hit an almighty climb up a never-ending steep hill – so much for the “low” route. Anyway, once conquered it was time to sit down, recoup for a small bit and have lunch.

We then continued on and, once out of the forest, the landscape changed completely and (after getting a bit off track) we stopped at a cafe (seemed more like someone’s house to be honest) for a tea and coffee before heading down a steep incline and into Drumnadrochit.

Maybe not our hardest day (we’ll reserve Loch Lomond for that) but certainly a tough one.

Tomorrow we head to Dingwall.