The people across the road with the orchard were harvesting olives on the weekend with a tarp spread under the tree to collect them. J also spotted the old man (well, probably not any older than we are) picking figs from his tree. The same tree that has branches hanging over the fence on the roadside that allowed us to sample the fruit last year. That was early December though and the figs were much bigger than they are now. Wouldn’t have known whether these are immature or just the tiny victims of the summer drought but they’re no bigger than grapes. But no doubt the owner knows what he’s doing.
Have decided that the yoghurt we have been eating was probably from cow’s milk rather than sheep as we had assumed and wanted. Had thought that köy meant sheep but turns out that it means village. Sheep is köyun. So unspecified village yoghurt almost certainly from cow’s milk. Now in possession of a container not only labelled köyun but adorned with a reassuring picture of a sheep. Turkish is a difficult language but as with Polish most of the words I’ve learned first are for foods.
Köy köyun