He was wild bearded and white haired and he lived in a shabby old cottage in between the restaurants just on the beach outside our window in Kokkari on Samos. Once, we reckoned, he had been a fisherman- now he was a scavanger and went out at first light to hunt for treasure. At 8.30 am, while we ate breakfast in the port he would arrive back with his gleanings :- An old chair leg covered with barnacles, a large mussel shell, and sell these in his “shop” in the front room of his cottage. He would sit outside all day keeping an eye on what he called his “Exhibition”- I never saw anybody in the shop but he never seemed to mind..