Westonbirt Tree Arboretum in Autumn is one of those places which sum up childhood for me...
My parents used to take us virtually every year and I was always aware of how much my dad loved it...( usually the only things he became really enthusiastic about were electronics, radios, phones and batteries! )
I loved it too, and I still endeavour to visit every Autumn, although some years I don’t make it...
( 1976: Me, my brother and my Dad in front of a tree that we always look for...and never find, probably because it’s much bigger now! )
We went a little early this year ( the 3rd weekend in October is notoriously colourful ), but it was still one of the best Autumn days out of 2014...
...And I’m also pretty sure I discovered what that mystery nut I found last month was!!
I saw the tree and the nuts at the arboretum, and as every tree has a label in Latin, I photographed it, looked it up and it was...Hickory! ( the leaves didn’t seem to match the ones from before, but it must be a type of Hickory )
