On Friday my husband and I (Daphne) were looking for tomatoes from Skopelos but unfortunately our local supplier was closed. My husband then said that he knew another local farmer and we went to see if he was at home. We found the father of the farmer on a beautiful piece of land with a small farmhouse in the Kampos area.
It was very hot on Friday but the farmer, Mr. P, was dressed in jeans and soldier’s boots and a shirt. When we told him who we were he said, “Come in, I have stories to tell”. “I knew your father,” he said to my husband. He told us that, when they were young, they were hired to gather olives in baskets. My husband’s father was the fastest, all the time. He also told us that crops were so good that women from Alonissos were hired to come and help here. It maybe explains the fact that many women from Alonissos have married on Skopelos.
On the piece of land we visited, Mr. P and his son grow tomatoes, zucchini, plums, grapes, apples, cucumbers and nuts. They have been farmers for ages and nothing goes to waste. The apples that are not ripe but have fallen from the trees are used to feed the goats. They are cut up in small pieces and fed to them.
Mr. P. told us that his family once produced the greatest amount of plums and olive oil on the island. They had several plum ovens working.
Mr. P goes to the harbour sometimes to drink a coffee but there is too much gossiping going on, he says, so he prefers to spend his time on his land. Mrs. P does not want to come to the farms anymore. She has had her share of planting, watering and harvesting.
We picked out our own tomatoes. Mr. P. was angry with the weather. It is not good for the tomatoes, he said. They will be ruined in a couple of days. It’s too hot, he pointed out.
Mr. P. also had some trachanas drying. He has all the time in the world.
At the door I saw these lovely bushes. I asked mr. P how he grows them. “I don’t know” he said, ask Mrs. P.