Keen readers will remember my abortive attempts at making Sloe Gin two years ago, when Rosemary and I set off on a major sloe picking mission only to find we were last to the bushes and the bushes were bare.
So last week when Rosemary phoned and said "Guess what, loads of sloes, let'sÂ get picking!!!", I was just a tad sceptical. Would we end up sloeless and wet like last time?
It was certainly wet. The clouds had opened in spectacular fashion and the fields were awash. nothing new there then. ah, yes there is, I had wellies without holes, what joy!
There were sloes everywhere, some on twigs individually, others like clusters of blueish black grapes.
There is something chilled out and (dare I say this) meditative (eeek, said it), about picking berries. The repetitive reaching and stretching, hand to box, hand to tree, slow, careful, time for thought…….
It was a perfectly perfect late afternoon. Just look at the scenery.
So this was the start of our girl's weekend.Â Picking berries in the evening sunshine, walking in the Stirlingshire countryside, taking in the views.
Walking and chatting, catching up on months of Very Important news.
Toasting my book in our own version of a pink champagne cocktail. The strawberry gin from the book mixed with champagne. Hmmmmm yummy and seriously heady stuff.
Saturday out and about, town and country, shops and cafes, views and chillout.
Watching movies and making sloe gin. Eating and drinking and talking the world to rights.
Thanks SO much Rosemary for spotting the sloes and making this weekend happen, it were grand lass!
Now before I finish off today I have to say I was thrilled by your comments on the meditation post on Friday. So thrilled others have 'been there, done that'Â and Cherry, come on girl, your yoga class is The Best. You might not leave with the class chilled and in meditative state, but you'll certainly have had a laugh.
Thanks for sharing, this is what blogging is all about, fun!