After a visit to Waltham Abbey with friends for King Harold Day I was dropped off at Chingford Plain so could go looking for sloes.
Quite a bit of walking and pressing into sloe bushes to get enough berries as they were scattered.
I did wonder if someone had been before me and these were their left overs, but I think there would be more high up, out of reach, if that had happened. With all the programmes, books and articles it seems strange to think that only I have wanted to pick sloes at such a popular walking spot.
Pricking them now to use my neighbour's recipe: one part sugar, two parts fruit, three parts alcohol.
Two bushes full of crab apples, but I don't like crab apple jelly.
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