Wednesday, 2 November 2016
Winter is on its way
Temperatures have dropped to 18oC. Nights are chilly.
I need to wear a jacket, zipped up, when I descend the mountain on my quad bike.
It is time to change to a full face helmet.
Barefeet get frozen, slippers have been pulled out of the wardrobe.
We are nudging into winter
The first bottle of this year's olive oil harvest.
2016 was a good year for grapes but not for olives. My sister-in-law, who had a special tank made in the 80's to hold 2 tonnes of oil, this year only managed a few hundred litres. Instead of a team of olive pickers she and my nephew picked all the olives themselves in just 2 weeks.
Apparently it was a dry summer combined with the fact that olives only produce every second year and this is the 'off' year. In the olden days even 'off' years produced almost a tonne of oil. Not any more. Conditions have changed and the abundant oil production of days gone by is just not happening any more.
The first of three large carpets went down today to cover those icy marble tiled floors.