Like real Hetters* we planted half the arable land under olives, Frantoia, Favolosa Coratina Kalamata, et al. Put the Dozer in ripped the soil; got the trees in the ground; a real gedoente. And then the olive trees hit back. We had to wait. To learn. To understand a bit more about the fickle nature of these trees. One year ten tonnes a hectare, the next year two. They forced our respect. Today we know a bit more. We learned. And Quintus, our farm manager, and his team now regularly make top-class oil.