Christmas Forays and Winter Foragings

It's Winter. This makes me double-pissed-off.
No nuts, berries, mushrooms and shoots to pick. No sunshine with which to make hay with.
But life aint all bad I suppose- Winter can only mean one thing - wine production goes into overdrive.
This year for my friends and foragers i've racked up 16 bottles of plonk (not plonk in the vinegar sense of the word by a long shot) and 2 5ltr demi johns of spirits.
Hardly a fine time to give up drinking I hear myself say, so with this in mind what I don't give away to friends and loved ones, I'll donate to thirsty alcoholics, which in Scotland are plentiful.

Here's what is expected to be guzzled this year by those fortunate enough not to have demonic tendencies as exacerbated by MS. (Fuck my luck, it all looks so yummy.)

Christmas on the wagon pulled by heavy horses? Perhaps, perhaps not.
I have MS, I can do what the bloody hell I like sunshine.

heheh.