I haven't much to say and I shall try to let the pictures say most of what I have. It has been wet and it promises to be wetter before the old year bows out. The valley is partially flooded. Fortunately, the dogs don't mind.
The pups have taken to walks with a fierce energy that belies their size. Trying to walk the pair of them is demanding. They're into bushes and behind rocks in an instant. The rest of the zoo (cats excluded) is getting used to having them around, which helps a lot.
Llewellyn and Lucia braved the icy roads of the English Midlands to reach Birmingham airport on time, which was more than the baggage handlers did. Even so, the two Ls made it down - albeit with a few hours' delay. The first stop was the Electrico on Faro beach.
Loule's Christmas lights are always worth seeing. Llewellyn took this fine picture, one night after supper at O Manel, along with a few others that there isn't room for.
Well, I suppose that I could squeeze one more in.
This also comes from his camera. It shows the stony hills that we wander for an hour most mornings. It also shows Jones marching up them.
And if you wanted to see another shot of those hills, well here you are. They are fine hills, best avoided only on Sundays and Thursdays when the hunters swarm over them.
Not everybody gets to spend time wandering the hills. Here are Helder and Isenho, working hard on Christmas Eve to complete the shuttering around the bottom fossa before the cement trucks arrive next week.
This is our official Christmas picture, snapped by Llewellyn. Don't mind the boots. It's warts and all. Yes, that's us. And if you look carefully, you'll be able to count six dogs. Several of them are available at a discount. Don't hesitate to get in touch.Happy Christmas
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