oj’s status update

I don’t know what possessed me. Perhaps I sensed that I had to do something pleasant and outdoorsy after spending an hour trying to kick-start an uncooperative CZ125 (in hindsight, I’m sure it was flooded after about the second minute. Anyway…..)

I spotted a flowering gorse, and was suddenly gripped by the desire to make gorse-flower wine. I’ve never tasted it; I wasn’t even sure I’d ever heard of it. So I ran inside to check whether such a thing existed. There wasn’t anything in the pocket edition of ‘Food for Free’ but there were plenty of references and a couple of recipes on t’internet.

5 pints of gorse flowers are required for a gallon of gorse wine. That’s 3 litres of flowers. It took about 90 minutes to gather the flowers off four different bushes. I’ve no idea how many hundreds of flowers that involved, but for each flower I picked, I was pricked at least once by the thorny bastard that is the gorse bush.

Once I’d gathered the first litre though, I stuck my nose in and was greeted by a sweet and heady aroma. A bit like walking past a honeysuckle bush on a summer’s evening, but milder. This delicious smell was my incentive to continue. I now have a gorse flower stew sitting, extruding in the fermenter. It smells incredible… in a few days I’ll add yeast and sugar to do their magic - and by the time I raise a glass in toast to the rugged, thorny bastard gorse bush, these prickles and invisible splinters will be a faint memory.

Hopefully the bird I scared out of the last gorse bush will have only a faint memory of Pip’s and my presence… just as I finished gathering, I glanced into the centre of the bush and saw a neat, round nest with 4 large-ish, blue eggs. I think it belongs to a blackbird, but I didn’t see the bird, and can’t find any egg descriptions in my 3 british bird books.