When Perry was born, not so tiny, but wrinkled and with ‘overcooked’ skin peeling off, we were told to use olive oil to moisturise his lovely little body. We anointed him with olive oil from my cousin Sam’s farm outside Rushworth. Single pressed oil harvested from a Perry farm, that is. Every 2 or 3 years Al and I manage to join in the little harvest of the olives. I say little as the groves are less than a hobby, they simply happen to be there, on Sam’s farm, some couple of hundred trees. When the place that presses the olives can fit these olives in, then the family has a day of harvest. This weekend was the harvest, and it was scanty indeed.…