Swallows and damsons

My friend Carolyn's damson and sloe gin
Carolyn's damson and sloe gins.

"Look what my friend Carolyn made me for Christmas," I said to my farmer friend on Christmas Day.

"It looks like a jar of tractor diesel," my farmer friend replied.

No, it wasn't tractor diesel; it was damson gin. And the dark blobules in the accompanying bottle weren't sheep droppings; they were sloes.

We finally cracked open the damson gin last night. It was fantastic. Like the best cough mixture you've ever tasted.

(I mean that in a really good way.)

Thanks, Carolyn. Make mine a pint.

Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.


  1. My neighbours gave me a lovely little bottle of home-made sloe gin this Christmas, tied with a neat label "DRINK ME". It was excellent.

    Carry on.

  2. My last ever gift from my brother was a bottle of sloe gin. Apparently I had mentioned a fondness at some point just at the end of the sloe season and he'd sped around the place managing to collect just enough fruit for it. That was Christmas and we lost him at Easter. It was fine sloe gin and he was a good bloke, my bro'.

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