Eric wants to make sloe cordial, and possibly also sloe gin and/or sloe wine, so we went picking. (The sloes are there and there’s plenty of them this year, so they are simply crying out to be used for something.)

Adrian gathered sticks, dragged them around, and used them to crush sloes. And shot sloes at me with his slingshot.

I learned that sloe bushes come in several varieties – I noticed at least two distinct ones. One had larger, more oblong berries, and larger, greener leaves. The other had more thorns; smaller, flatter berries, more like blueberries in shape; and its leaves were smaller and had already turned red.