Forage time

One of the most enjoyable things I have done recently is to go on a foraging course. Through woods and fields, bewilderment turns to delight when you spot something you take a share of to eat or, later, to cook.

Finding fat chestnuts overlooked by the squirrels is a game good as any and I traded some in this week for Zena’s perfect autumn pumpkin and chestnut soup.

Walking near Bury St Edmonds in Suffolk these last few days, with family and dog, I came across a windfall of green and rouged little crab apples.

“Oh, look … Crab apples” I called out.

“They’re not that bad, Dad” came the reply…

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