Free ranging cats, hens and teens

what could possibly go wrong?

Welcome to our crazy world

It's a kind of gap year

This is home. For now.

So here we are in sunny southwest Portugal, and some days it is all laughter and relaxing, basking in winter warm sunshine, curling up with a purring cat reading a book, after a leisurely morning stroll, collecting our very own free range eggs and picking homegrown fresh veg.

Other days it’s like – OMG – is that really my teenage son hurtling down the hill in the old bathtub towards a giant eucalyptus tree, when the nearest A+E is a 2 hour drive away??

Yes, some days are blissful and I can’t believe how lucky I am.

And then there are some days we are just plain lucky to survive.

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First they came for the free range eggs, then they came for the fruit...That's our pie filling yell the teenagers!

The competition for calories heats up when the loquat tree fruit ripens up and the martens come to take their share..