Karen L
Active member
My Dad made wine. My bedroom had a cupboard where all the hot water pipes ran under the floor boards and he decided it was the perfect place for his demi-johns. Many was the night I fell asleep listening to bubbles. He made all sorts, but the memorable ones were quince (from the bush in the garden), blackberry (which my brother and I imbibed aged about 6 and 9) and elderflower, which was a wonderful, sparkling wine.

