I wanted no text.
None of my or any other voice peeping in.
But damn it.
The pics wouldn't stay lined up.
So I had to step in.
Just as I did on the beach at Ilha Tavira today.
The locals found it cold but I found it, or was, balmy.
I had to keep my eye on the time, though.
The last ferry left at 5.
And I wouldn't want to have to spend the night in the lighthouse.