On the way back from our Sunday morning walk, we called in to the allotment. It was a Christmas get together for the plot holders with mince pies, mulled wine etc. My new Bulgarian plot neighbour (who turns out to live about 150 yards from us in one of the drives off our road) was there with some potent alcohol that he had brewed himself. He and a friend brew it from the leftovers of grapes that are used to make wine and they have a mini-distillery going in his mates garage! He was carrying a couple of bottles of it in water bottles. Reminded me a bit of schnapps. Bloody firewater it was - Mrs Mottie had to drive home in case I was stopped and breathalysed. Gave me a right headache it has, I need coffee. Lots of it. And water.
