28/09/2016 00:00
TW
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Dear Sir,
In desperation, I write this on my (approx) thirtieth trip to Puerto Andratx.

Having left the leafy suburbs of East Sussex for a much needed holiday and, after a lovely tranquil weekend, I am woken up on Monday morning to the very unwelcome and incessant beat of a JCB "pecking" into yet another new cliff-side plot in the west face of Andratx harbour: 10.00-14.00 ... lunch break ... 15.00-17.00.

It is driving us mad. It is worse than water torture. If I had a bazooka (or whatever they are called now) I would have used it.

It is now Tuesday afternoon and the pecking is still going on. If easyJet could get me a seat on an earlier departure, I would happily pay a Queen’s ransom.

Tourism is the lifeblood of the Majorcan economy and that lucrative economy feeds the somewhat depressed mainland economy.

I fail to understand why through the high and medium season on this beautiful island the government should allow such activities. Or perhaps I do... Money at all costs. It is short-term thinking. Word spreads.

Bruno Bohane