It’s ‘overly poetic, overly idyllic holiday quote of the week’.
This week it’s Kevin Gould, writing in The Guardian about Culatra on the Algarve.
“Up close, I see that the Culatrans coax exquisite gardens out of the sand with wildflowers, succulents, shell patterns and mad blushes of bougainvillea. Old fishing nets and briny ropes enclose the gardens, and lines of washing flap in the Atlantic breeze.”
The Culatrans have gardens and they dry their washing in them.
I wonder if Culatrans ever visit Britain and send embellished gushings about the minutia of daily life here to an adoring bourgois readership back home?