Somehow I managed to get these two through security at Athens airport

Gone are the days when security at Athens was so lax that, if you wanted to plant a bomb on a plane and make a clean getaway, Greece’s main airport was the place to go.

And so as I trudged through security the folks at the gate demanded I open up my computer bag and show them what was inside. It’s olive wood I said but what followed was an intense discussion. Little did N, my neighbour back in Wales, know the aggravation I was facing for the wood he sought.  Line managers and then their line managers were brought in. Eventually I persuaded them that taking wood from a house I owned to another house I owned was not going to harm anyone. But for a time I thought the beautifully cut logs with their magnificent grain were gone.  

But as you can see they are back in Wales and have now been delivered to a grateful N.