I have a great fondness for the juniper; the seemingly random shapes they present, the pretty but unexpectedly vicious needles, their glorious berries and the sheer joy of finding one at all. I shall be honest with you. I forage as much as I can, but juniper berries are a trial. Very few grow wild in Dorset, and those that do are morally out of bounds as the tree itself is having a difficult time throughout Britain, especially in the south.
I have picked them only twice — once in Scotland where they are much more abundant, and once in Denmark. I had travelled
