New Horizons.

We have been in the pub business for over fifteen years and throughout that time we have experienced the steady decline of that famous and beloved institution.

Increased bureaucracy, supermarket beers that are cheaper than bottled water, rocketing business rates and energy prices and finally the ubiquitous smoking ban have all conspired to see last orders rung permanently in thousands of British boozers.

The Cross Green will we fear soon be joining the ranks of much lamented former community locals.

Joan and I came here as a temporary measure in April 2007 following the sale of the lease on our previous pub "The Hope Inn". My mother, though terminally ill, was still very active and more than a little demanding at the time and moving away was really out of the question, so a temporary tenancy of The Cross Green suited both us and the pubco.

My mother sadly passed away in March of 2008 just as the recession began to bite and as bookings for the working men's rooms here at the pub and consequently takings over the bar also began to evaporate like raindrops in the Portuguese sun.

It became evident that we would be fortunate to break even let alone make a profit.

We quickly came to the decision that another pub was not what we wanted, a move to Portugal would be preferable but I can not call upon my pension for another 5 years so that also was quickly ruled out.

To further complicate the matter the banking crash and credit crunch have so far thwarted all attempts to sell my late mother's house so, as executor of her estate, I am pretty much tied down until the economic situation improves.

Honest hard work then seemed to be the only option open to me and the search for a suitable position commenced in earnest towards the end of last year.

I am pleased to announce that the search ended yesterday with the offer of employment as airport passenger service agent for the low cost airline Jet2.com at Leeds and Bradford airport.
(Book your cheap flight via the link on the left of this page and I will see you in the airport!!)

"What's all this got to do with Santa Luzia?" I hear you asking.

Well not a great deal really apart from the fact that the summer months will be the busiest of times for me from here on in and my new prospects will severely curtail my ability to visit and enjoy it's charms. It is already clear that I will be unable to attend the fishermen's festival in August and I will find myself regularly yearning for Minha casa linda Portugese.

To this end I am paying a visit prior to taking up my new appointment on the 8th March.


I shall be in town from the 23rd of Feb to 2nd of March.

On Your Bike.

Let me immediately apologise for the lack of activity on this blog since August.

I have no excuse apart from the fact that I am a lazy self centered blogger. ( You may replace that last adjective with one of your own choosing...................i deserve it.)

Since Joan and I visited for the Festival dos Pescadores in August I have in fact been back to Santa Luzia twice.

In October I travelled from Leeds with boyhood friends Les Healey and Micky Smith in my Vauxhall Vivaro van along with 3 pedal cycles, 2x 24 packs of baked beans, a wholesale pack of Pek chopped pork, several trays of Tetley bitter and Carling lager, copious amounts of back bacon and a number of items of furniture we felt would enhance our beautiful Portuguese home.

We did it the hard way.............departing at 4am on Wednesday driving from Leeds to Dover we took a ferry to Boulogne and drove non stop through France and Spain arriving in Santa Luzia at about 6pm on Thursday.

I have for a long time harboured thoughts of driving to Santa Luzia and circumstances conspired to bring this about when my old friend Les was struck down and had to undergo life saving surgery due to a brain tumor.

In the early days after his surgery when it was by no means certain if he would survive I promised him a holiday in Santa Luzia upon his recovery.

Fortunately the tumor turned out to be benign and Les has made a great recovery but due to the fact that there may still be pockets of air inside his skull it will be some time before he can fly.....so we drove.

I must say immediately the cycles added a whole new dimension to life in the village and I would recommend this means of transport to one and all.

Myself, Les and a camera shy Micky Smith exploring on our bikes.

On the Tuesday of our first week in Santa Luzia we were surprised by the unexpected arrival of Joan.

Having spent the entire day moving furniture and equipment for Feliz Beto from his Cafe Anna Raquel to his new business premises in Tavira (the owner of his current premise having terminated his lease in order to add apartments above) we had thoroughly enjoyed our reward of a meal of Arroz de Polvo prepared by his mother in law and washed down with copious amounts of vinho tinto, aguadente and beer.

We were consequently pretty much rolling drunk when she arrived at around 8.30 to find us still gathered around our dinner table in Cafe Anna Raquel enjoying Beto's ongoing hospitality.

It was really quite amusing the day we arrived when on pulling up outside Cafe Anna Raquel Beto came dashing across the street with a completely uncharacteristic grin on his face and declared "Stewart, how you know I needed a van?".

Joan was to remain in Portugal when we left and ultimately I had to return some 3 weeks later and put an end to her 5 week stay!!

This time I flew out from Liverpool with friends barney and Darran on the much maligned Ryanair.

Those additional charges for everything from a suitcase to actually checking in really are infuriating and, in particular, the administration charges of £5 pounds per passenger per leg of the journey manage to somehow make you feel that you have been had despite the price being many pounds cheaper than rival airlines.

Beto had by this time opened his new venture in Tavira and I am pleased to report that he has been an immediate success. We visited on three occasions and enjoyed various authentic Portuguese dishes prepared by the mother in law who provided our feast in October.

Prato do dia is priced at a very acceptable four euros twenty five cents.

Called O Seu Cantinho and situated on the junction of Rua Poeta Emiliano da Costa and Rua. Alm. Candido dos Reis it is a great little place to enjoy an authentic and inexpensive Portuguese lunch.