I’m farmed out on daily watersport sessions, which I usually love – just being away from Amarias and out on the water all day is enough to make it the highlight of my year – but this time I can’t relax. It’s the hottest, driest month of the summer. The grove needs me more than ever, and I can’t be there. After we get back, Mum and Liev are all over me like prison warders. This time they work together, watching everything I do, making me account for every minute out of the house. If I try to go anywhere alone, one of them comes with me. Their final attempt to fix me – to make me grow up – seems to be to treat me as if I’m three years old. When I point this out to them, they don’t see the joke. I don’t get a chance to visit the olive grove until the first Friday of term. As I hurry out of Amarias, straight from school, my head spins with visions of what I might see when I get there. Liev and I haven’t talked about it, but I know he might have contacted the army and told them about the illegal use of a closed access route.
