It is a freezing cold November morning and I’m standing in the middle of a graveyard.
I can see my breath form a small plume in front of me as we begin meandering down a path between dozens of crumbling headstones.Like making sloe gin? Map of where sloe bushes grow in London
Today I’m foraging for berries to make sloe gin in a place filled with 350,000 dead bodies. And yes, it’s in central London.
Initially I can’t shake the feeling that I’m grave robbing to make alcohol but, and hear… Read the full story