I’VE JUST RETURNED FROM THE Algarve. We go most years. Same resort, same beach, same restaurants. Unadventurous, I know, but wherever you stay in the Algarve it’s much the same. Except this year, it was different.
Poppy is 20 now and far more interested in her “lead-singer-of-a-band” boyfriend than hanging around with mum and dad, who are no longer cool. Who can blame her?
So, we headed for Portugal, leaving Poppy home alone for a full week, having first hidden anything of sentiment in fear of her inevitable house party.
Portugal was wonderful. It was 30 deg C and we did everything that couples in their 50s do - slept, read, swam in the sea, ate seafood and drank lots of cheap wine.
I also did something I’ve previously resisted.…