Bliss was it in that dawn : old man looks back at Portugal 1974
On the morning on 25th April 1974, I was still in Madrid trying to make my way to Lisbon. The news was mixed; it was not immediately clear that the coup in Portugal was completely bloodless. I took myself to the British Embassy to seek advice; a very nice man told me that I would probably be OK if I appeared in Lisbon. But I did not care for the word “probably” and set out to wait, like Georgie Fame sang, “till the heat died down”. I need not have bothered. After a wee while, I made my way to Lisbon by overnight train. I sat for hours in a packed carriage and was pretty exhausted by the time we were finally told to disembark. The official reason for the…