The saying goes “boys and their toys”, and in this case my little eyes did light up when I saw the contraption above. A wonderful copper pot still with column and condenser to the side. You just want to stroke it and hope that it goes ‘whizz, pop, bang’ – or is that just me?
The image above was taken last weekend as I caught up on some peace and quiet by asking my four kids, aka The Tribe, to count the vines.
On Monday I was delivering some of our Seven Sisters Gin to a shop and I got chatting to one of their customers and they stated “must be quiet up at Rathfinny this time of year.”
Somewhere in the world it must be time for a gin. It would appear that the rise in popularity of micro breweries and artisan beers has made way for a wave of gin.
Those from Sussex may have seen our glorious white gin bottles in local stores, bars or hotels. Named after the iconic Seven Sisters but gin from these parts is not a new phenomenon. The land that folds over the top of the Seven Sisters cliffs between Seaford and Birling Gap is knows as Crowlink. Genuine Crowlink Gin was the drink in the 1800s in London. It was illegally imported gin which could be legally sold over the bar. Many landlords even resorted to placing the word Crowlink on their barrels as pure PR to improve sales, even if it wasn’t the real deal. The smuggling trade was of huge importance in this part of East Sussex and many of the larger houses that adorn the landscape have been ‘funded’ from the illegal import of alcohol. Ours is not illegal but we do hope it continues to be the gin to drink!
This week saw national Cycle to Work day which was an excellent excuse for me to ride my bike (again).