Setting off at midnight from home to Heathrow, a flight to Lisbon and then flight from Lisbon, having been about to take off and then having our take off aborted due to a technical fault and then changing planes, I found myself, 26 hours after I set off, in São Miguel, the largest island in the Portuguese archipelago of the Azores.
Known locally as the ‘Green Island’ I can fully understand why. Here, stuck out in the Atlantic, the islands get an awful lot of rain and weather but the result is a humid volcanic island cloaked in dense forest and verdant pasture. It’s simply beautiful.
On my first trip around the island I’ve seen manicured tea plantations (a subject I will return to) and turquoise volcano caldera lakes shrouded in mist. I cannot wait to explore more. Here’s just a taste of what’s to come..