I asked Andi in passing on the street at around lunch time today, if he knew any places for picking elderberries (see myambition below to get some schnaps out of some fruit this autumn). Three hours later the door bell rings, and it was Rosi - Andi's wife - who had come to our house, to tell me that Andi just rang her from his mobile, to let me know that there were ripe elderberries near where he was working that afternoon (apologies for very long german-style sentences..). And that I have to pick them today, because tomorrow by 8am the bushes might be gone, because the path will be dug up as part of the land rationalisation scheme that's going on all around the village (after it had been under negotiation for 17 years). We went, and Andi was still there. He offered to cut the bushes down so it would be easier to pick the berries, but I didn't think that was necessary. So we picked three buckets before it'll all be gone tomorrow.