Snapshots of my neighbours in Vrahassi. Look at the clear blue November skies. It is ideal weather for the farmers to start clearing their grounds ready for the olive harvest. Goats, chickens, vegetable and flower gardens are usually the domain of the women while the men are out in the olive groves. Gun shots can be heard in the early evening, it is the hunting season and camourflage-clad stalkers are on the mountain with their shotguns waiting for poor Mr Rabbit to pop up out of the grass, or else frightened game birds to take flight. And meanwhile in the cafeneo (where NO SMOKING signs take pride of place) the clientelle sit and debate in a haze of smoke waiting for the weather forecast.