If you can elbow your way onto one of Majorca’s sunspots this summer, you will witness two unstoppable forces.
The first, as old as time, the waves of the Balearic Sea, methodically erasing the day’s lovingly crafted sandcastles.
The second, a more modern phenomenon, the tsunami of tourism threatening to consume all in its path.
Every inch of beach is taken. Finding a parking space is like striking gold.
If you leave your sunbed for too long, your possessions are unceremoniously turfed to make space for the long queue of would-be usurpers.
All these are the signs of a bonanza that’s seen and heard across the island, not least in the incessant beeping of contactless payment machines ringing out from the teeming hotels, restaurants and…
