Last night in Potes and we have a new neighbour,
He’s a snorer at night which makes sleep a labour,
It’s not his fault so won’t hold it against him,
Not many can judge as few are without sin,
Tomorrow is a new day back on the road,
So we say goodbye to the dogs, cats and toad,
Onwards to Portugal in a few days of travel,
I wonder how the roads will be? Maybe some gravel?