‘There’s no business like Sloe business
I know, there’s no people like sloe people
They smile when they are low
Let’s get on with the Sloes
I dug out a bottle of slow gin that I hadn’t drunk last year, began Nicky to welcome us to the sloe day.
Flowers are a laxitive and berries and bark are good for diarrhoea – so all eventualities are covered
Beautiful colour. I once did a terrible thing to my children: ‘Try one, they are delicious” I said to them. Their whole mouth imploded. A cure for dysantry during war time.
You can re-use sloe gin berries in cider.
My son gave me bullaces – what’s the difference
Crab apple vie with sloes for the bitterest fruit
A sloe must be pricked with a silver needle. On the Archers Jill Grundy said you have to use a hawthorn thorn to prick a shoe
Blackthorn is the dark mother of the wood. Carrying a staff accompanied by a Raven. The sloes with a bitterness to know our pains brings us into the light.
Sloe, sloe, cha cha sloe
Last week, we left here and walked around Holton Pits, where seeing so many sloes, I collected them in my jumper and made chutney. They are full of goodness. Vitamin A, B, C, E, K, B1, B2, B6, calcium, magnesium, and phospherous.
Many haws, many sloes, many cold toes
Prunus Spinsoa
Ester’s delicious chutney made out of Holton Pits sloes was delicious with cheese.
Kally began her magic with the dyes, cooking nicely over the fire. Virginia helped her retrieve the matter, which she called ‘entrails’ out to dry on the line. Armoral, Andrew, Virginia and Yvonne had a ripping time, tearing up old sheets to be mordented and dyed next week.
Meanwhile, Chris and Roy (welcome back) stripped the bark off a hazel to prepare for making a loom in the wood.
Kinda Elders in the woods 