I am cheating a little bit because some of these pictures are from last year not this but since I won't be going back to the old olive press I thought I might show them again - in case some missed them. One of the wonderful things about this island is the self sufficiency they have adopted. Wine, raki, olive oil and honey, even raki with honey never need be imported, there are more tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers in our garden than we can eat and indeed more wine and olive oil in the cellar than we could ever consume even in a year. Of course all the processes are more modern now but there are still traces of the old presses and stills (indeed the stills in the garden here at the house (Villa Rouga). I was telling Maria and Lefteris they should rent the house out as a writing retreat for writers who like all the comforts without having to walk too far. Not sure they would get much work done if they had the key to the wine cellar though (and I'll post a picture of that tomorrow). The title of this post is 1871 because that's the date above the door, carved into the lintel. I like this track and how the song morphs into something else, 'I don't know what tomorrow brings...'
