Devilled Chestnuts


It took a few guests to ask what the furry fruit at the bottom of the block were for me to realise it was chestnut season.  At first, I didn’t take much notice but when Maus’ brother, Trevor, brought some nuts into the house, I thought I had better venture out and have a look.  Lo and behold, a mass of spiny burrs decorated the ground around our two trees.  With thick leather gloves and secateurs, we went chestnut collecting.

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