“I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.”
― Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
A surprise invitation. Mentioned long ago in passing, I'd dreamed about going...but we'd moved away and it seemed out of the question...Then it was happening. I packed my rucksack and checked the timetables, synchronised train times and met at the country station and we danced into the wilderness.
Afternoons we listened to writers spin their tales, spied actors and musicians, ate the tastiest concoctions from Budha Bowls or tiny light felafel or marmite crumpets and drank gallons of afternoon tea, ginger-beer and flower potions.
It was magical...and as the sun subsided, out came the nymphs and fairies and painted soldiers and sailers and sea creatures and the sweetest insect of a singer lamenting the dead bees...
While you are away
My heart comes undone
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love in a ball of yarn
Use the following proportion of ingredients for the quantity that you desire
- four cups of filtered tap water
- two cups of honeysuckle blossom
- one cup of honey
- Collect nice fresh blossoms making sure that no pesticides have been sprayed on them. Not the berries as they are poisonous. Pick over and then rinse.
- Place in a saucepan and cover with the water. Bring to the boil.
- Reduce the heat, stir in the honey and simmer for twenty minutes to infuse the flavour and aroma.
- Remove from the heat and strain.
- Pour into clean jam jars, screw the lid on and then leave to cool.
- Keep refrigerated when not using.
- Dilute to taste.
Love and honeysuckle