I thought long and hard over whether I ought to include this walk, but I loved it. Full of warmth and companionship, it was in celebration of a very special lady. Roberta Smith was always Bobbie to me, and she was there right from the very beginning of my Algarve walking days. A very determined lady, she had overcome a near fatal aneurism to get back to walking in the hills she loved. Always she was spurred on by the promise of the one gin and tonic she allowed herself each week. Simple pleasures for a lady who needed to be frugal.
Always kind to others, in the end life wasn’t kind to her. Months short of her 65th birthday, and of drawing the pension she had so looked forward to, cancer abruptly claimed Bobbie. We, her walking friends, were in shock. It has taken close to a year for…
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