Gusts of wind like you would not believe this morning. Makes what might have been a nice day for, well…anything…look instead like a day for staying in.
Kenton has left early for a trip to the old-style olive press. This is where we get our olives pressed into oil – it still uses the old way of putting the olive between mats (plastic now, rather than hessian), then uses hydraulic force to slowly squeeze out the oil. In his capacity as Official News Photographer for a Ronda newspaper, his plan is to photograph the entire process. He could be some time!
I, in the meantime, will do the usual Saturday chore of checking the post. Our post box is in the village 4 K away. (we have no postal address on top of our mountain!)