I know some of you already know but for those that don’t, I have recently returned from a glorious two weeks in Portugal. We stay on the Algarve, about 5 miles from the coast and just at the foot of the mountain range, Serra de Monchique. The house belongs to family friends, there is no way we would be in such salubrious surroundings without the right connections, and this is the third time we’ve holidayed here in four years. In this time the garden has definitely matured and grown and it’s always a lovely surprise to see how it’s changed.
One peaceful afternoon I took myself and my camera around to record the vibrantly tantalizing, wonderfully diverse and the beautifully Mediterranean. Or the pretty, the prickly and the exotic.
So lets start with the pretty, as always my knowledge does not stretch to names…
Next up the prickly and I found out the hard way just how prickly these plants are. Whilst leaning in to photograph a prickly pear my skirt became covered in minutest of spikes. I spent the next couple of hours trying to remove the little horrors from my thighs, difficult when you can feel them but hardly see them.How we suffer for our art.
And now we come to the exotic, those agricultural gems that struggle to survive in our less sunny clime.