There is something humbling about participating in a traditional olive harvest. Every couple of years I get to help out my husband and his family gather olives to make oil for our own family. Everyone loves the taste of good high quality oil and simply refuse to do without it.

The harvest is only a few days of work but it unexpectedly makes me feel connected to my ancestors who once went through the same actions, as well as many other people who participate in this ritual all around the world. For me it is a labour of love, an ancient rite which has been undertaken since biblical times.