Sunshine and charm in Portugal

Noel Baker recalls a tranquil few days in Sagres on the southernmost tip of Portugal, with a spin in a Porsche thrown in for good measure.

IT WAS my first time driving a Porsche Boxster, and as you might expect I felt pretty much like Bond — both a little shaken and stirred.

In reality, I was probably more Nigel Bond — famously saggy-eyed snooker player of the mid-Nineties — than James Bond, given that I was ‘driving’ a training car while a professional sports car driver sat next to me, making small talk and, to my eyes, occasionally dabbing at the pedals on the floor in front of him. So I was driving, but ultimately he was in control. It was probably for the best.