We started our morning with a quick visit to the small and sleepy village of Odeceixe, a place that out of season seems to be in a permanent state of slumber. Things can get quite lively in the summer, apparently, but I imagine its a relative sort of ‘lively’. The streets are narrow, the houses whitewashed, roofs are red tile and, up on a hilltop with panoramic views over the valley below, sits a blue and white windmill.
It is a charming place that barely has a pulse on a mid-week day out of the main holiday season. Still, a few cafes and restaurants were open and a handful of the older residents were sat around chatting, much as everywhere else in this region.
We drove down the broad valley keeping parallel to the Rio Seixe, the road climbs up out of the valley floor through a wooded hillside offering glimpses of the river below. Finally you’re presented with wonderful vistas over the valley and river below before reaching a dramatic viewing point over the arch of golden sand below, the beach hemmed in by tall cliffs on either side.
This has to be one of the most dramatically located beaches along this coast.
Notes from Camelid Country 
The windmills do remind me of Don Quixote.
But there definitely is a demographic problem! 😦
Tor ziens!
Totally agree, they remind me of the windmills in Quixote-country in Castilla-La Mancha. By Dutch standards they are quite small and simple, but they evoke a true sense of time and place.