Spook and The Rising Sap
With time nor tide holding back nature, Spook had to get into his shed to see if he still had all the appropriate gear for the job. He was a man on a mission….
Next there was boiling, stirring and potential extra ingredients. He prides himself on his resourcefulness but when I found him scrubbing the inside neck of his Demijohns with MY toothbrush which had been bent to the appropriate angle, I wasn’t pleased. He assured me he’d sterilised it against any nasty diseases I might have been carrying. This hadn’t been my point!
Like a fussing parent, bubblers were stared at until they were in full flow. TV viewing in the next room was interrupted with regular “can you hear them?” Until it became a more satisfied “listen. Isn’t that a great sound?”
Honestly - couldn’t hear a thing.
6 weeks until blast off. The pick of the Birch Sap ‘Lockdown’ from Spooks wine cellar will be going to our Lochaber NHS friends and Frontline workers. Not entirely sure it will be what they are needing.
Next job. Fix the tractor.