Jella, veal, poo, and a bit more poo

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Cruuuuzing the Silver Coast, with wild Atlantic beaches and house-sized waves mostly to ourselves. Although we accidentally (really) parked up for 3 days in a popular dogging spot down a track by the coast at Nazare…


We've been collecting washed up beach plastic and other random crap to make into things that are equally random but hopefully less crap and have been blessed with hot sun for all of December. We found an abandoned bar and moved in for a week where we had a big wooden decking for yoga and little covered cubicles for washing. I made myself a bit too at home and took all my clothes off for a good old grooming in the sunshine, just as a car-full of Portuguese boys turned up.




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We chatted to the few tame mice running around and sitting in our shoes outside, and then while we were eating dinner, we spotted one little bugger watching us from the cab of the van through the window into the living part. It's probably still there, but to avoid picking up more furry friends we made an exit from our bar-home and headed inland for Tomar.




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Jella is marvellous and full of ridiculous puppy joy. She has a fluffy beard and bushy ginger eyebrows, they say dogs look like their owners (Angus obviously). Unfortunately she won't stop eating shit, including ours. The morning we were packing up the van to leave for Tomar, via the vets, I did a last min poo in the bushes and jumped in the van. We called for Jella and over she trotted with a brown stained beard, licking her lips. I couldn't bring myself to tell Angus she'd been munching my shit (she'd done it a few days earlier and I was already in trouble for not digging a hole for it that time)… So I just said 'uhhhh Jella has eaten something gross, lets wash her mouth…' No shit-face Jella for the vets. 
Everything was fine and then the vet gave her a worming tablet, which made her vomit in the van while we were on our way to Tomar. Angus was gasping for fresh air and shouting that the sick smelt 'SERIOUSLY FUCKING WEIRD'… I kept quiet about it smelling seriously fucking weird because it was a regurgitated concoction of her lunch and my shit. And then she shat out what looked like spaghetti but actually was worms. YUCK. 




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We stopped off in Fatima with coach after coach load of other people- thought maybe there was some kind of festival on. We didn't know that Fatima has the 4th largest Catholic Church in the World and we'd arrived on the Holy day for the Feast of Immaculate Conception. We wandered through the crowds trying to stop Jella from leaping in excitement on a lot of serious faces. Then we saw a 'no dogs' sign and realised that perhaps that was why we were feeling uncomfortable... But didn't God put dogs on Earth too... + God spells Dog backwards...

We didn't go into Tomar's famous Convento De Cristo because it didn't like dogs either. So instead we wandered around outside the walls in a most incredible arboretum, spying on red squirrels and being generally in awe of the spectacular trees, wild flowers and fucking gorgeous December weather. For lunch, trying to avoid veal on a menu of veal, veal, followed by more veal we thought we were ordering the kindest/less meaty/whatever option, but ended up with a pig trotter + other unidentifiable animal part stew. Absolute belief in using every bit of the animal if it is going to be killed, but suddenly didn't feel so hungry. 'Doggy-bags' are normal in Portugal so a parasite-free Jella ate very well for the rest of the week!

We spent a few days swimming in the river Tejo, exploring caves and waterfalls, avoiding processionary caterpillar nests and strange explosions.... And then we're driving (or flying if you're Angus) home for Christmas.




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Jella has an extra toe on one of her back feet... A witches dog!



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