Sloes.

There are a few showing on the allotment's boundary hedges but after a bumper year last year I have a good store of sloe gin to warm me through the winter.  I decimated my store during first lockdown - that's totally the wrong use of that word  - let's face it I drank my way through it!  Sounds bad but I got used to having a little glass every night with some cheese.  Replenished my store but hardly touched any last year.

I curse the person (or the media for running with it) who thought the saying  "heat or eat" was a neat way to sum up cost of living problem.  Time to find another catchy phrase with a more positive vibe please....any suggestions?
In Extra - finders keepers for Ginny.  There are often dog toys, balls, gardening gloves etc. left around the allotment brought in by foxes I suspect,  who,  after marauding through neighbouring gardens for food come back to the site for a bit of a nightly party...and leave all their toys out before settling down for their day's sleep.  Ginny claimed this one for her own and proudly carried throughout her walk sometimes dropping it at my feet for me to kick.  She already has a pneumatic one which she can't destroy as I inflate it hard and she can't bite it but this one is a soft play one.  When we got back to the car she proceeded to tear lumps out of it so I have removed and stored it at the allotment for another day's play...providing the foxes don't reclaim it.