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When in Rome - or when in Alresford Creek, even. And so to complete great the autumnal food rummage around these parts, I’ve only been out to pick a bowl of sloes.

Blimey.

Having been given Ye Olde Nottinghamshire recipe for sloe gin by a very good friend, I finally got my act together over the weekend and went about my business of getting my fingers pricked.

I accept that my sloe assault is very late in the season. You must pick them *before* the first frost of the season, is all that I have been hearing. Thankfully I managed to find a gloriously sun drenched secret (ish) spot en route to the Creek.

The Wivenhoe winter evenings of late may be creeping up on us, but the sloes were still ripe for the recipe. Either that or my finger pricking produced a very dark claret of a more biological variety.

No worries - given the industrial strength of the Sainsbury’s Basic gin I have waiting in the wings, any additional full bloodied ingredient may even enhance Ye Olde Nottinghamshire recipe.

I haven’t quite succumb to the legendary Wivenhoe Disease, but two months into the Great Escape, and the urge to make some cheapo sloe gin has got to be a good sign.

The plan is to donate the final product to the very fine folk of @15QueenStreet for one of the Mini Bar Colchester events. Having spent another fantastic Thursday with the Sunny Colch creatives, I feel that now is the time to demonstrate my own creativity.

Chin chin.