“The little house stands on a hill on the edge of the whitewashed village, with panoramic views over dusty slopes pricked with gnarled olive trees. Inside there are terracotta tiles, rough beams, thick white walls and headboards made out of old doors. In the winter, underfloor heating and a woodburning stove keep it cosy. Outside, strings of vivid red chillies adorn the walls, the terrace is scattered with pots of geraniums, and the swimming pool is surrounded by deck chairs. In the summer, you can breakfast under a vine-draped arbor next to a dreamily scented jasmine. Figs, pomegranates and, of course, olives grow in the grounds.”

Lucy Guilmore, The Guardian, Nov 2009