Narrowboatboy’s Big, Bad Blog...Narrowboat & Travel blog based on Lancaster Canal

What is wrong with The world these days? The whole place is in turmoil... I have just turned the idiot lantern on again for some uplifting festive cheer and there is Old MotherTeresa, the leader of the free world, stood there looking very old and grey and sporting a pained expression like she had just passed a big milestone...her backbench backstoppers voted her to go through to the next round but already I can hear the dulcet tones of Sir Allan of Sugar telling her ‘“It’s with great regret, but I’m going to be quite blunt...You’re a lightweight....You’re Fired! “ As temperatures plummet across Europe the vultures are circling and no-one seems to be in control of their own destiny? The Italian mafia have said that they are not going to supply any more drugs for the festive period unless Arch angel Angela of Mirkleshire stops sending them migrants.  In retaliation she has posted a selfie on Salvini’s Facebook page from the late night fling they had at the l...

elixir /ɪˈlɪksə,ɪˈlɪksɪə/ noun 1.  a magical or medicinal potion. "an elixir guaranteed to induce love" synonyms: potion ,  concoction ,  brew ,  philtre ,  decoction ;  When you have collected all the olives you have to get them to the local frantoia. These places are dedicating to processing the olives into oil and can get very busy. You need to book a slot so that you know the time your olives will go through the system so that you can be ready to collect the ‘Elixir’ at the end.  We arrived early and had the first slot. The weighed olives are tipped down a hole and sent up a belt to have any leaves blown away, then washed and augered up into several macerators before finally being pressed to death to make beautiful green peppery olive oil. For every 100kg, (quintale)of olives you get about a 14% ratio of oil, so about 14 litres. Bon appetito... RIP Pete She...