Must tell you, you wrote recently about the year there were no olives. That just happened to us. Our harvest is November. As we have to pay to take them to the press, it just wasn’t worth our while. So we picked what we did have and gave a whole load to a friend to bump up her crop. I’m preserving the rest in jars to be eaten as nibbles/antipasti.

I did see one ‘wasted’ punter. Late in the afternoon I drove along to the rugby club to use the gym and saw a young woman on her own staggering beside the road. Just then a police car swept up, stopped and a policewoman got out to intercept the drunken woman. Said woman wasn’t having any of that and ran off. But the policewoman caught up quickly and grabbed her. I saw no more because I’d reached my destination and turned off the road.

Other years I’ve seen many very drunk people at the end of the day milling around in the Square, waiting for their bus back to Wellington. But at least they aren’t driving.

Mind you, while many get totally toasted, they mostly don’t seem to get nasty with it- just a bit falling down silly!