Chestnuts in every pocket

chestnut pathThe 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.