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…