Friends from Rome called by this morning and also Mario who after an inspection told me that I can start collecting the olives next week. Meantime he has shown me how to cut out the tender new growth to keep the centre of the trees open and pronounced that my secateurs are rubbish.
We are at friends for lunch on Friday, they are cracking on with their harvest but they live down in the valley where things happen a bit quicker.
Busy times but we still manage a bit of relaxation in the sun, unfortunately the forecast is for lower temperatures by the weekend, let's hope the end of flip flop life for another year doesn't plunge me into the depths of despair. I doubt it as I caught myself looking longingly at a cashmere jumper this morning when I fished out a clean sleeveless t shirt to wear.