I guess the day was doomed to failure from KP's agonising 2am cramping session in the night. Absolutely debilitated by searing pain through the backs of both of his legs, both his hamstrings were as hard as stone and frighteningly knotted. Never seen anything like it. Scary stuff.
|Another fine mess!|
We thought we were quite mad when we found ourselves counting out all those notes on the bonnet of the van in the street outside the busy little post office. And then it was re-counted by the sofa delivery men, popped into chief man's back pocket, receipt was signed, hands shook and they were on their way trundling back through the village. Madness. What a crazy country.
|The "new" principles of Permaculture|
Our guided tour revealed a deep, huge cellar complete with all the gear for a wine and oil refinery and the hay in the olive field was in the process of being turned by hand. If only we'd known! We could have made hay from our field and swapped the bales for eggs, rabbits, chickens, lamb, wine and oil! His outbuildings were full of all of them. Tons of rabbits in cages, sheep in pens, chickens split between the laying hens and the pullets, with a mean looking cockerel strutting around. What a brilliant place! I want it. Lots. But we contented ourselves (for now) with coming away with half a dozen of fresh eggs, an order for two rabbits, cleaned and gutted, and a handful of point of lay pullets to start our flock.