My fire lighting at the Greek Hovel ended on 16 April when my business partner, Nicho the Communist, came up for an inspection of our trees and told me that the burning season had ended two days previously. I was an accidental law breaker.
But all around Kambos and, indeed, accross my land with my new Albanian olive prune on the case, folks are contining to prune trees and to burn the branches. Even on Greek Easter Day as we started our journey back to Wales, one could see the little plumes of smoke popping up from fires across the hills. Anyhow, here are the remains of two fires lit by myself, which took out a vast amount of old branches from previous olive harvests and attacks on the frigana as well as most of one of the largest still live (until 16 April) frigana bushes left on the land.
This was one of those areas where we olive harvesters always place our nets with some trepidation, conscious that it afforded a home for the sort of wildlife diversity you do not wish to awake from its hibernation. One good fire, one less snake hostel.
