Day started with an horrific 6 hours picking tomatoes. The afternoon started with a little excitement: high winds had completely wrecked our handiwork on the greenhouses; almost all the doors had been whipped up from the securing poles.

Apparently a lot of the blame was attributable to Banjo; and indeed the man himself was strutting around rather aggressively just in case anyone was going to dare to challenge him on the point. We rather quietly nicknamed him "Bad Job" Banjo when we was well out of earshot!

The day ended fairly well with the farmer telling us that nobody on the moshav works on New Year's Day. New Year's Eve should be a good pub night!