Dad Piero, Vincenzo, Laura, Uncle Vicè, a few passing helpers and two friends to keep us company. We start at ‘a Turretta (a hillside spot where there’s a very old stone well), carry on to ‘a Dagala (a flat stretch of land flanked by a small stream) and finish by hand-picking from the small olive trees next to our house. The sun warms us, and by evening the harvest makes all the hard work seem worth it.
