Joey’s Canadian canoe glides between the reeds. The coastline is bejewelled with streams and islets. This marsh belongs to the birds: stilts, avocets, and flamingos.  Up ahead, through the river mouth,  Tavira’s white cubic houses cling to the hill beneath the ancient castle.  On the horizon, gun-metal clouds mass, the sea roars. Salt air stings … Continue reading King Canute