Bucket Full of French Walnuts
I’ve been putting it off all week, but this morning I did face the queues at the bank.
On the way home, I saw another one. Yes, I’m sure. The car screeched to a halt. I sort of parked. Leapt out of the car.
Yes, it was, another walnut tree.
By the side of the road. Yippee. In ‘French Rural Law’ if it is in a ditch it’s fair game.
I looked around… there were hundreds of walnuts hidden in the long grassed verge.
I am about to admit something which may seem a bit strange. I keep a bucket in my car for emergencies such as this. This year I have ‘found’ peaches, blackberries, elderflowers and now walnuts.
There was a time when I would look around self consciously as I foraged. Not any more… oh no, I’m turning into a ditch woman!
