This is something I am yet to master, the ancient art of brewing. No matter how I plan it, my hedgerow brews just fail to materialise. My neighbour has an elderflower bush in the back garden, and finally, after some covert activity I managed to sneak out under the cover of darkness (at these northern lattitudes, that's quite late) and pick some, only to discover they were too old and wouldn't survive the journey upstairs, nevermind being brewed. So, no elderflower champagne for me. My parents are having considerably more success and their brew should be fizzing along nicely by now.
Next idea, nettle beer. Seemingly simple, but for the life of me, I can't find nettles! This may sound ridiculous, but it seems that even nettles are beyond me right now. I'm not squeamish, but I think that it's taking it too far, even for me, to scour the overgrown front gardens of central edinburgh for nettles.
A highland friend taught me about Gorse wine, now that grows all year round, hopefully we should have more success with that!
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