In the rugged stoneland of Ano Meria, skales would disappear without their boundary 'louria' fences. The farmers who tend to them are known for riding their mules and donkeys side-saddle. Tough as tanks those survivors with sandpaper palms, who still place a huge premium on retaining precious soil within those louria. Just think of their arduous uphill-downhill toil, long exposed to the ruthless sun and ceaseless wind, year after year.