Global Warming.
I've just come back from a week in Portugal on the Algarve. And very nice it was too.
A significant feature of the weather was a constant wind which increased during the day and continued throughout the evening - so much so, that if you ate outside you had to nail the lettuce to the plate. We spoke to a local (in fact the skipper of a little boat that took you on "trips around the bay") who sagely said "It's due to Global Warming". Well me old mate, why am I having to put on a jumper then?
In the hotel complex was a large tree. The buildings formed a square and shielded the tree from the wind. That tree had probably been there for ages and was on the glide path for the local bird life. It didn't matter what was on the disco, 8,000 sparrows were going to roost there every night as they had done for millennia. Jeez, it if it's not budgies it's sodding sparrows. Fortunately, they got up early and were quite quiet leaving. Not so the seagulls. They decided that roosting on the swimming pool was fun and often had a fight with one another at 05:00 hours. So much so that one morning I awoke to a cacophony of squawking. In the distance from across the lawn I heard someone shout in desperation "SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YOU!". Didn't work, wasn't in Portuguese.
Last time we went to the Algarve was about 23 years ago. Windy then too as I remember...
A significant feature of the weather was a constant wind which increased during the day and continued throughout the evening - so much so, that if you ate outside you had to nail the lettuce to the plate. We spoke to a local (in fact the skipper of a little boat that took you on "trips around the bay") who sagely said "It's due to Global Warming". Well me old mate, why am I having to put on a jumper then?
In the hotel complex was a large tree. The buildings formed a square and shielded the tree from the wind. That tree had probably been there for ages and was on the glide path for the local bird life. It didn't matter what was on the disco, 8,000 sparrows were going to roost there every night as they had done for millennia. Jeez, it if it's not budgies it's sodding sparrows. Fortunately, they got up early and were quite quiet leaving. Not so the seagulls. They decided that roosting on the swimming pool was fun and often had a fight with one another at 05:00 hours. So much so that one morning I awoke to a cacophony of squawking. In the distance from across the lawn I heard someone shout in desperation "SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YOU!". Didn't work, wasn't in Portuguese.
Last time we went to the Algarve was about 23 years ago. Windy then too as I remember...
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