One husband with dodgy knees, one sister with coeliac disease and myself with rickety ankles – all of us over 60. Later on we were joined by our friend Lani with her creaky shoulders. We weren’t the obvious candidates for a long-distance hike through the mountains from one end of Greece to the other.
My name is Jane. I never know what to put as my occupation. I’ve checked out beaches, restaurants and hotels for Holiday Which? I’ve worked with women’s co-operatives in South Sudan, in the refugee camps of Somalia, and the national parks of Costa Rica. Closer to home, I’ve worked with the Wildlife Trusts, with climate action groups, and with local government. I’m technically challenged, it took an age to get used to the GPS, but I can get by OK in Greek.
My husband is Alan, and has put up with my crazy ideas for over three decades. He’s a real mud on his boots (and through the house!) farmer. He runs our small organic vineyard, and enjoys doing tours and hen parties. We have a cellar full of wine, so when the economy collapses, we’ll still be OK to party. In his previous life, he worked with farmers in Africa and Central America, growing cashews, coffee and oranges. He learnt lists of common farmyard weeds during his agriculture degree and never got over it. He used to be a climber, and knows how to use an ice axe.
My sister Veryan joined us for the first few weeks. She makes and sells delicious gluten-free food. You can see her account of the time she spent with us on her blog .