Photo Article: Greek Hovel olive harvest days five to seven, the infidelity of Tim

Day five was my birthday and we did some harvesting in the morning anyway. We had been warned by mad lefty L that rains would start by noon and so had accepted an invitation to head up into the mountains for a celebratory lunch. L is a good cook and I was happy to accept although his weather forecasts are about as accurate as the Met Office on global warming. That is to say they are invariably proved wildly inaccurate.

Arriving home at nearing 4 PM the rain had yet to start and so we did a bit more harvesting before the heavens opened. By seven that night the skies were filled with sheet lightning and the thunder roared down from the mountains. Actually, some of it was all a bit close to home, there were strikes less than a mile away. Ands boy did it rain. I was unable to sleep much that night such was the noise and we were unable to get in much harvesting for the next two days as the rain kept on falling.

But this did not stop fellow harvester Tim’s holiday romance. Back home in London there have been screams of “bitch” from the wider Tim family as he has sent home photos like the one below of his new best friend. Tim’s own dog back in London is said to be dismayed and is looking at the website of the Battersea Dogs Home.

Tim buys huge tins of dog food in the village and now talks to the dog more than he talks to me. This is even though he has discovered that she is not feral but belongs to a neighbour and is thus just a promiscuous flirt.

I am always keen if dogs and cats start to like this place. The more snake hunters in the summer the better. As for Tim his infidelity has been noted.