Olives, Again

Took photos of our guests, but in the end, plucked up courage at the olive warehouse to ask if I could take photos, and these are our olives going up the conveyor belt; plus, loved the colours and the silhouette of the lad shoveling the leaves away. The smaller olives also get rejected (given to pigs) and we get paid for the weight of the larger, clean olives that go up the belt at the left of the photo, and into a trailer, to be taken to Spain, and sold as Spanish olive oil - cheek!

Please forgive lack of commenting, but going off now to help a lady with the Bible, and then I'l make dinner, and then...