Chestnuts in every pocket

The one great thing about working on the lower terraces?  Free food.

Chestnut season ought to be over. And most of our trees are picked. But I found the mother lode of fat plump nuts under a tree on the third terrace down.

I was bramble hunting of course; so I had secateurs and gauntlets on.  But my gilet has an awful lot of pockets.  So I staggered back up to the house to empty my treasure onto the kitchen table, and back down again.  That’s dessert sorted. Or dinner. I can never decide with sweet chestnuts.