Terreno para venda em Monchique, Portugal — 54 500 €

Terreno de 5040 m² · 11 €/m²

Localização: Monchique, Portugal
Área do terreno: 5040 m²
Preço: 54 500 €
Preço por m²: 11 €/m²
Tipo de terreno: Terreno rústico
Tempo no mercado: 144 dias

Resumo do terreno

A classificação do solo nesta área é rústica. Foram identificadas nesta área condicionantes associadas à reserva agrícola (RAN) e Natura 2000. Consulte os detalhes e confirme as condições relevantes antes de tomar uma decisão.

Sobre este terreno

Rustic land with 5,040 m² located in a quiet area, about 6 km from the village of Monchique. The property is mainly developed in traditional granite stone terraces, providing excellent conditions for cultivation. The soil has good quality, with a high presence of organic matter and without the use of pesticides or herbicides, which makes it particularly suitable for sustainable agriculture practices. It has mine water, storage tank and stream/stream, ensuring natural water resources throughout the year. It also has good access and a calm and sheltered environment. The land includes several species already established, namely banana trees, yucas, olive trees and bamboo. Due to its characteristics, it has the potential for different agricultural applications, including organic or regenerative production projects. For more information or to schedule a visit, I am available to accompany you. Beauty is also tiring because of what it conveys to us in emotion. It is enough for the color to be a scream, it is enough for the mutations to clash with each other. Let us therefore flee from the blues, the reds, the yellows, let us comfort our tired spirits a little. Only green will serve as a balm and Monchique will be the next point to reach. The mountains, seen from afar, are nothing more than a good photographic background, Stop looking at these salty lands. They are sad and barren like death. The Boia stream runs to the left and the ground begins to convulse. The hills gradually take height, join each other in deep folds and the road winds between shale barriers like a reptile buffeted by the sun. The vegetation thickens. Profiled acacia trees flank the black tarmac strip, and the small patches of pine forest descend to us. Now, acacias, cedars and eucalyptus almost intertwine defying the sun's rays to pass through their compact foliage. A two-dozen meter branch takes us to the hot springs. Let us descend into Paradise. A vault of foliage protects us and the clear stream runs softly surrounding pebbles sometimes black, sometimes reddish. Small sun eyes mark luminous circles on the brown earth. A bridge... A small waterfall... The cicadas sing and everything is green around us. The water digs up the schist extracts, it gets deeper and deeper and the path tightens, it strangles. Below is a disjointed dam, beyond the arch of a bridge. A small note. Blue hydrangeas... A snob pond garden... Three eucalyptus trees in whose trunks romantic girls carved hearts and wrote verses... A stone table... A source... The source of Love. Some large stones, which stopped when they encountered any obstacle, resemble the wells sown in the Zêzere valley. On the way to Monchique, the terraced slopes sometimes look like Roman amphitheatres. Once the climb to Foia began, let's look around. In front, the soft green patch of chestnut groves that rise on both sides of the Serra stream; at our feet the steps of a monumental staircase that descends to the Foot of the Cross and to the north the village that seems to lie on the edge of a hill. Where he found an inch of arable land, man erected walls of defense against erosion and planted gardens. How painful his effort... Water runs everywhere. It makes us want to fall on our backs in a prayer to the earth... The afforestation decreases in density as we climb, the sharp edges of the masses of stone are daggers that try to hurt us, the air becomes purer, the temperature drops and the mountain welcomes us contemptuously. A wide curve... The pyramid of Foia...