It is not smoke from the burning season; it is a mist rising from the valley floor, and clouds coming down from the mountains above us. I wake up, once again, to find that we have enjoyed a night of rainfall. Although good for the olive trees, it will make the mud track a bit of a challenging drive.
And that, I fear, means that the Albanian – who has done a great job around the pool, as you can see below – will not return to prune the trees. My business partner in the olive game, Nicho the Communist, seems to think that I am not up to much in the pruning department, hence the need for Albanian help.