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a taste as old as cold water….

Lawrence Durrell’s precise metaphor is the clearest description of the taste of olives that I have ever heard or read. In truth, he was speaking of the wrinkly, black, salt cured olives whose flavour is as naked and unashamed as a new … Continue reading

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the fable of the swallow and olive…

It is not clear as to whether the epithet declaring that one swallow does not a summer make was written from the view point of an ornithologist, sodden by the traditional August downpour, or from that of Don Juan just … Continue reading

Posted in 2015, Digital photography, Garden, Humour, Olive oil, olives, Photography, Prints, Uncategorized, Video, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 51 Comments