Sweet chestnut husks, tossed in seaweed.
Acorns, served on a bed of black seaweed, with brine dressing
Oh…. seeing this image, has reminded me that I brought this seaweed oddity home with me; I hung in a poly bag in the hall, out of the reach of Spud, I think I’d better investigate, or it will be like the maggoty time we put the crab lines away with the bait still attached all over again.
I’m not sure what it is but I think it will sit happily amongst my curiosity collection.
As we entered the village on our way home from Devon, the trip meter on the car was showing 599.01m Tom was insistent that if it hadn’t turned over to 600m by the time we got home I would have to drive up and down the yard till it did so, to my relief it rolled over to 600m as I swung the car into the drive and I got straight to the kettle. Home.