Chestnut

I just met a man down at Salamanca, doing something strange to a tree. There he was on a traffic island, swatting at the tree with a piece of metal, knocking down the seed pods.

I'm an inquisitive creature. Of course I stopped to ask what he was collecting. Chestnuts.

Chestnuts, going to waste on a traffic island in the middle of Hobart.

I walked back to work with my pockets full and my heart lighter.

And this weekend? I'm going blackberrying.