Last weekend was the annual Sloe Picking Adventure with Rosemary. This was our third year of sloeing. The first venture was a complete zilcho. Not a sloe in sight. There we were decked out in wellies and clutching the ubiquitous basket and there wasn’t a sloe to be had. A combination of ‘bad year for the sloes’ and ‘other people getting there first’. Ho hum…
Last year was a lot better, lots of lovely sloes. Sloes, sloes everywhere. Alas it was raining heavily and had been for days. The fields were sodden and we were squelching about in a foot of water. I was squelching more than Rosemary as I had of course donned a pair of wellies with a hole in them.
Unperturbed we picked merrily and had enough to make a couple of bottles of sloe gin each.
I love sloe gin, have I ever mentioned this? Such yummy stuff to sip by the fire on a cold winters evening. Equally good with ice and a slice in the summer as a long cool drink, but really the winter warmer is the best.
This year the bushes were fairly groaning under the weight of sloes. We were picking like crazy and the ground tho wet wasn’t flooded, wow we were on a roll!
Luckily I just stopped myself before I picked this little guy. He is no sloe, well he may be slow, but he ain’t a sloe. Little Mr Snail just hangin’ in there on the sloe bush. Isn’t that the cutest thing?
He wasn’t the only sloe slow-coach, here’s another hanging on to a twig. Just look at that pattern. By this time my sloe harvesting had slowed down to almost a stand-still as I was looking for snails and all sorts of things.
A good day for sloeing. Came home with enough sloes for 7 bottles of gin, wow, what a harvest!
This year I’m going for a spiced sloe gin and will share the recipe a.s.a.p., might even get more adventurrous and try some vodka as well. Oh Karon you do live dangerously. Just sloe down a bit…..