This is one of fifty two chestnut trees in Greenwich Park. Just imagine, you could visit one every week of the year and then start all over again to see what had changed. Myself, I find it quite extraordinary that these trees are so very old, planted around 350 years ago, though it notices in their bent limbs and gnarled trunks. Apparently the complex structure of the trees is enormously important to wildlife; those clefts and cavities provide safe space for all sorts of invertebrates and fungi. And there are the sweet chestnuts, of course, sought after by squirrels and elderly ladies alike in the autumn. Unfortunately the only evidence we found of this year's crop was was a little cache of husks in a neat pile.
At least I thought that was our lot, until this evening when John took out of his pocket three or four tiny little chestnuts that he had quietly pocketed and is planning to grow. Now that would be a wonderful thing, wouldn't it. A sapling from an ancient tree.
Just a quick word to say thank you for the comments you have been leaving over the last week or so. I particularly enjoyed all the comments on the Factory Dress. I always wonder whether I'm going to make it to the twenty fourth, but somehow something always turns up on the journey.