I live in the south of Portugal, in a village inhabited predominantly by Portuguese, away for the coast though close enough to visit. It is a higgledy-piggledy sort of village. Quite scruffy compared to the pristine villages of West Sussex where I once lived. I like it here. A mishmash of architecture stands side by side, lining a network of small roads and alley ways. Today the sun is shining brightly and the air is warm. I have the doors wide open onto an elevated terrace and all I can hear is the clucking of a neighbour's chickens and one very persistently vociferous cockerel. It's been creating a din since 5am this morning, but we've got used to it. It's more melodic than the night long chorus of the local wild dogs!
This morning, I'm sending out a 'coup de soleil' before heading off to the village market. The photo was taken locally and I just love it! Sunflowers are my favourite - strong, bright and bold.