After a late start we made it up to the land, and broke the boys in gently with some simple challenges, including how do you separate olives from damp leaves and sawdust? - roll them down a slope (they really enjoyed perfecting this technique, eventually disappointed to run out of olives); and how do you put the new ladder together? - do it once, then undo it and do it again using all the pieces this time - except of course, one washer (less enjoyable, but more learning).
Meanwhile, Dave set to work on this piece of old pipe he'd found in the undergrowth by the side of the Lefkas road. Apparently it was just what he needed for the stove? He cut out a chunk and bent over the ends to make a brim. Richie modelled it. George exclaimed - 'that's why it's called a stove- pipe hat!' Abe Lincoln rolled over in his grave (laughing, probably). We were lucky to have an historian amongst us.
Fitted into the wall, it all made sense:
The boys faded by lunchtime, so while they siesta'd, we contacted a friend, Spiros, who runs the Mamma Mia taverna with his Swedish wife, Jessica. Spiros had offered to lend us a small scaffolding tower to more safely access the roof, and agreed to meet up and bring it to the land.
So we were all set up for the final assault on the roof ...
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