Today the wind had dropped and we decided to pick the olives on the old tree where the hens live. We had to leave the gate open, so Babs and Ginger used the opportunity to have a wander round the garden. We placed the nets under the branches and collected the olives, which were mostly black, large and shiny. There were only 2 nearly full buckets, much less than previous years. We then pruned the tree.
Whilst I was picking the olives, I noticed the ripening grapefruit, the tree’s branches laden.