Well you can imagine i arrived seconds later with pickers and buckets
I roped her in and made her taste eveerything (she was suprised they were better than the supermarket, but still claimed 'i dont have time to pick or prepare them???)
When id finished with enough of each to make a good few gallons, i noticed a few purple berries on a bush, lo and behold a 2 1/2 acres field edged by sloe bushes not touched for at least 30 years
she couldn't understand the joy i was expressing and kept telling me i was a bit mad and was i really going to pick all those now! (we're all used to this eh!!!)Anyhow now i have additionally on the brew
a gallon of Pink apple wine(these were in hindsight probably too sweet to use for wine)
a gallon of Pear wine
a gallon of Varley Plum wine
a gallon of Sloe wine
4 lots of sloe gin (2 standard, 1 with brown sugar, 1 with cinnamon and cloves)
a gallon of sloe and pear wine (making it up as i go along)
and enough sloes to make jam or another 6 litres of gin, hmmmm what should i do
Isn't it odd how amazingly delirious these kind of finds can make you, and the complete horror of those who witness it but just don't get it
Happiness *sigh*
