So far, we have found no way past the building.

However, a whole in the wall suggests a way forward, so this is the way we shall go.

From here on in, the vegetation is everywhere. None of it had thorns though, so it was simply a case of making my way through the branches.

Now, some of the trees here were figs, and I have an issue with fig trees. Just after we moved to Cyprus, I decided to chop down one of our fig trees. It was a hot day, so I did this using my chainsaw and wearing only my swimming trunks. After a while spent chopping the leaves off the branches, I noticed I was getting a prickly feeling all over my chest. So I stopped what I was doing and jumped into the pool. After that the procedure would start again.

This process repeated until I had removed all the leaves from the branches leaving me with lots of twigs for future kindling. However, I noticed that I was getting blister-like pimples in odd places. Nothing kinky, but they were appearing on my eye-lid and neck; places which would normally remain blemish-free.

We drove down to Paphos and I went to see a chemist. By now I had quite a lot of fig pimples, and the chemist immediately gave me some pills which they seemed to set aside for anybody arriving in my condition.

They died down in a day or two, but ever since then, every time I touch a fig leaf or go near a fig, my skin starts getting a bit agitated.

So crawling through a load of trees, some of which were figs, is not a task I undertook lightly. It was good fun exploring though, and that trumped my allergy.