Marvao, in mountains of eastern Portugal, by the Spanish border. Beautiful, isolated, empty and still a bit cold, despite southerly latitude.
My first question when we arrived at our accommodation was of course about the pool. Unfortunately it was closed for winter but the owners said I could try it out if I did not mind a lot of leaves and algae and 7 degrees. 7 degrees! pah!
The following morning, first thing, I felt honour bound to try it out. I was soon regretting my bravado. Having to walk down slimy steps was a bit torturous - no shingle shelf or large wave to 'help' you in and take away any natural caution/indecision/cowardice.
Once in and dodging the leaves however it was fine. I think it was nearer 10 degrees as it barely burnt even without gloves or boots. And the sweeping views across to Spain were as breathtaking as the temperature. Length turns were entertaining as the walls were too covered in slimy algae to push off from but it did make it feel a more natural experience.
Knowing a hot shower and cup of tea were about 20 steps away allowed me to stay in until I was properly cold, free from fear of pesky Dorset winds to chill you down while chasing 7 layers of clothing across the beach...
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