It is the time of year when the wildflowers come up on our hill. Yellows, mauve and every shade of green intermingle with reds and delicate orange. I have just been sitting among the flowers, thinking about this post. The theme is supposed to be fracking. It’s an unpleasant word with destructive consequences. I do not want to write about it, but I will mention what is going on, as fracking in the Algarve could potentially wipe out the abundance of natural beauty.