Short of time again, I’m afraid, and slighty stumped for what to write about, so this might have to be a little trunkated. So, it’s the return of that popular feature – Stump watch. Our plucky stump is making spirited, if unspectacular, progress.
I see, incidentally, from The Observer’s Book of Trees (1975 ed., by Herbert L. Edlin) that –
“Horse chestnut is planted only as an ornamental tree, to make a brave display in a park, along an avenue, or on some woodland fringe. Introduced to Vienna from Istanbul in 1576, horse chestnut is so called because the Turks fed its nuts to broken-winded horses. But most animals, except deer, refuse to eat the tough bitter seeds that are so unlike the delicious sweet chestnuts.”
Soon, no doubt, we shall all be reduced to eating horse chestnuts, like broken-winded horses. I wonder if there are any recipes out there that might make them any more palatable?
To put the stump into context, here we see the noble and ancient game of cricket being played in the background. Let us hope the stump one day grows tall and broad enough to obscure the view.