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Published 2008
In late September on a blisteringly hot Greek day, I stopped my walk to drink the last of my warm water. The afternoon heat had released an overwhelming smell of camomile, sage and wild thyme on the mountain, which, coupled with the deafening racket of the cicadas, made for a heady experience. Nearby a large flock of scrawny sheep arrived, nibbling their way uphill, their tinny bells clinking away. As they barged on through the dry bushes, it struck me that these bitter mountain herbs and s