Having picked and re picked blackberries along the edges of our fields we ventured further afield to the woods not that far from us. A old dog walking haunt we haven't been over here for a couple of years, the old path had grown considerably, not good for blind dogs it turned into extreme berry picking for blackberries, rose hips and sloes. All having vicious thorny plants I'm not sure which was worse to pick.
With our booty home sloes for sloe gin, rose hips for syrup and blackberries for farmer J's wine. The blackberries were put in the freezer, he needs 11kg so they are frozen in dribs and drabs until the required amount is collected, however miss F and I did hide some for crumbles which he doesn't know about.
With one batch of sloe gin doing its thing I started another as it does go down very nicely in the winter months and one just didn't seem enough. Whether it will last for next year we shall see, each day they are stirred with the spoon licked after.
The oak that came down after a windy night has been cut and moved ready for chopping into logs.
The veggie garden is slowly being worked on, the pigs are appreciating the weeds, I'm not appreciating the stinging nettles! The borlotti beans are drying ready for picking and storing, again I need to plant more next year for a good crop.
It's been pig week this week so today we delivered pork, sausages and bacon finishing at Saint Antonin Nobel Val, the town where The Hundred foot journey was set. I went to see it last Sunday afternoon with two girl fiends, a enjoyable light hearted Sunday afternoon film. Today it was damp and chilly, a day for layers the first this year it did feel a little bit cooler. A plant fair was here as well as the usual market, specialist plants of all kinds. Thought the above citrus fruit may be a little tricky to zest, so I left them and brought three Aloe Vera plants instead, one for me and one each for Miss F and Master C.
So once home it has been a bit of a sofa afternoon, Ive nearly managed to finish my first knitting project of the year. As its now turning cooler and the evenings are drawing in wool and needles are in use and soon the spinning wheel will come out of its summer dormant sleep.
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