Curiosity prickled the finger.
In all my years of foraging for chestnuts, and that's pretty much all my life - my mum started me off at a very early age as chestnut stuffing was a must have (on the side) extra with our Christmas dinner, it's always been the way - have I ever seen such an abundance hanging, literally weighing down the branches, from every single sweet chestnut tree. And they are huge! Like tennis ball huge.
'What does a chestnut in their shell feel like mum?' - said the little one.
...'that's' what it feels like' - replied the mum (me).
Sometimes curiosity can give you a momentary shock.
We shall be back in a few week to gather as many as we can. Chestnuts roasted on the fire is my grown up equivalent to my mum's chestnut stuffing...it's a must.
All photographs © Nina Nixon
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