15th October 2024
Last week I found a walnut on the wet leaf strewn floor of a carpark in the town where I live. I wasn’t concentrating on the floor I was walking on, so imagine my surprise when I stepped on a whole unshelled walnut.
Bending down to pick it up my eye noticed more walnuts, dozens of them; broken open walnuts, squished walnuts, perfectly perfect walnuts. I looked up and I could see more walnuts poised to fall.
You of course already realised that I was standing under a walnut tree, but to me in that moment (despite knowing in an abstract way that walnut trees are native to the UK) it was nothing short of miraculous and I was immediately transported to a future life living only on food I foraged in carparks.