Portugal’s largest region, covering a third of the country, truly captivates. Think dry, golden plains, rolling hillsides and lime-green vines.

Traditional whitewashed villages, marble towns and majestic medieval cities. Plus a proud if melancholic people who valiantly cling to their local crafts.

For those who share our passion for cool mornings and golden afternoons on two wheels, the “garden of delights” was created, This is the Mediterranean world with its fields of robust olive trees, leafy and solid cork oak, the vast vineyards in their festive green, all this united with Roman roads and bridges.

Read it in the delicate curve of the hand scooping the water, in the marble of the pillar, in the ribbon of the unhurried road, in the golden languid light, drawing ramparts and castles in the round of the high hills, in the vibrant bronze of the bells in the shepherding of the flocks, in bread, cheese and wine – no lack of evidence.

Stroll the frozen-in-time streets of Monsaraz, picnic under a cork tree and enjoy the olive-covered hills that beg to be cycled.