12 May 2016
When we get deliveries, the big trucks can't get round the 90 degree bend in the track, and have to go through an olive field - with the permission of the owner. But a few months ago, a new, scruffy, barbed wire fence was put up where the route through the field meets our track. We were obviously concerned. Mainly because we were going to need more sand and lime pretty soon, but also we worried that our trucks had damaged the olive trees, or that we'd fallen out with a very nice neighbour. As Christos doesn't speak Greek and it was quite a complicated discussion that was needed, we enrolled Lin, our Greek teacher, and went in search of him to find out why the fence had appeared.
After a lot of chasing around, we obtained a phone number and Lin enquired. It turned out that that end of the field wasn't his, and he continued to have no problem with us bringing in deliveries that way.
He suggested that the fence was just a marker to prevent the council taking too much land if and when they ever adopt the track as a road. So we decided to move it for a truck, then replace it after the delivery. Hurray! We can press on with the final coats of plaster
My favourite wild flower is out just now - it's called 'Love in the Mist' and goes from this fabulous flower to an enormous distinctive seed head. Lots of them in our field.
When we get deliveries, the big trucks can't get round the 90 degree bend in the track, and have to go through an olive field - with the permission of the owner. But a few months ago, a new, scruffy, barbed wire fence was put up where the route through the field meets our track. We were obviously concerned. Mainly because we were going to need more sand and lime pretty soon, but also we worried that our trucks had damaged the olive trees, or that we'd fallen out with a very nice neighbour. As Christos doesn't speak Greek and it was quite a complicated discussion that was needed, we enrolled Lin, our Greek teacher, and went in search of him to find out why the fence had appeared.
After a lot of chasing around, we obtained a phone number and Lin enquired. It turned out that that end of the field wasn't his, and he continued to have no problem with us bringing in deliveries that way.
He suggested that the fence was just a marker to prevent the council taking too much land if and when they ever adopt the track as a road. So we decided to move it for a truck, then replace it after the delivery. Hurray! We can press on with the final coats of plaster
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