Lunchtime foraging
On the beautiful late summer walk we took recently, I suddenly noticed that it was time for a little something. We had been walking non-stop in hot sunshine for several hours, and I had been so engrossed in the beautiful hedgerows and field margins along the way that I just hadn’t noticed how hungry I was. Imagine my joy when, as I straightened up from examining some unidentified yellow flowers, the first thing that hit my eye was a beautiful wild apple tree, absolutely laden with fruits.
I must confess I have never seen a more beautiful wild apple tree, nor at a more opportune moment. Its fruits were large, firm and rosy, with a waxy feeling skin. I had always thought that wild apple trees, perhaps the result of a bird depositing a pip on the ground or a carelessly discarded apple core would only yield small sour fruit, but luckily for us this seems to be untrue.
Richard picked this one. It was juicy and a little sharp, but delicious nonetheless.
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