Okay, so a brief diversion to another great passion of mine - food, especially if it’s obtained free of charge whilst out in the countryside. On a visit to darkest Essex a month or so back, there was little to do other than stare up into a walnut tree pondering the unripe green nuts and wondering why the visit hadn’t been arranged for later in the year. “You could pickle them” said Jon.
By the time I arrived home, I had stopped at three random walnut trees and gathered a bucketful. Now I have 20 years supply of pickled walnuts, probably the best thing about Christmas. And this is how it happened.