Wet walnuts

      We had never heard of wet walnuts before moving to West Norfolk. They're for sale at the side of the road, one pound sterling for one pound imperial, gathered by those fortunate to have a tree of their own. We gather them as we walk the dogs, stuffing our pockets with the bone dry wet walnuts; the wet description just means they are fresh and way, way better than those in the shops that have food miles stamped all over them.
      The only food miles they get around here is when a crow, rook or jay picks one up and flies away for a nut snack, the birds drop them from a great height on to a roof or a road to break the shell. Inevitably when they are flying along with the nut in their beak some get dropped over the farmland and there's another tree planted.
      Well done birds.