Bottling it

Lifeless in the pit in my garage, it waited for many, many years. Waiting for me to finish it off. Death row UK. But it's me who's terrified!

Sometimes I venture down and drag it up to the light. It might alert me to its murky demise, when I can breathe a sigh of relief. Extraordinary clarity! Lock it away again, avoid risk!

I fear poisoning! It's my own creation so I really ought to love it.

'Rowanberry 1971' proclaims the label... but how sure am I they were rowanberries, and if not, what were they? Whatever! I bottled it!