Underneath the spreading chestnut tree . . .
. . . there are thousands of spent catkins. They are about thirteen centimetres (five inches) long and carpet the woodland floor.
Sweet chestnut saplingThe sweet chestnut tree (Castanea sativa) has grown in the UK for so many centuries that it is regarded as native, but it hails from southern Europe and Asia Minor. It was once thought to have been introduced by the Romans, but scientific methods have suggested that it was introduced much later. The first confirmed planting dates from around 1640 AD, though some ancient specimens probably existed in Tudor or Stuart periods.
It is believed to have survived the last Ice Age, approximately 115,000 to 11,700 years ago in southern Europe.
It is a long-lived deciduous tree, attaining several hundred years and growing to heights approaching thirty-five metres with a girth of two metres. Some ancient examples are over two thousand years old, but most should be able to survive for around seven hundred years.
It belongs in the Fagaceae family alongside oaks and beeches.
As a young tree, its bark is smooth and greyish, but as it ages, it develops fissures which spiral upwards around the trunk. At about twenty-five years of age, it begins to produce fruit, shiny brown soft-shelled nuts enclosed in spiky, green cases.In late summer or early autumn, the woodland floor is littered with the ripe chestnuts, mostly all still within their prickly cases.
The wood of the sweet chestnut is similar to oak but easier to work with. The trees were extensively planted in Kent to be used in producing hop poles, because their wood was strong and rot-resistant. The hop industry has declined, although Kent is still the main hop-growing region in the country, but the wood is still used for fencing and stakes.
Strangely, although I was brought up in Kent, I don’t recall sweet chestnut trees being prominent in the landscape. They are much more prevalent where I now live, in Berkshire.
I never thought of hop poles until now! Thank you for so much information! I picked hops one day for the farmer in Kent and fired myself the second day. Hops are unpleasant to harvest!
ReplyDeleteLondon Eastenders used to travel to Kent every year for the hop harvest. Now it's all mechanised. Hop flowers are very intricate.
DeleteGreat information. The photos are lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you. We didn't realise just how many chestnuts there were here until we started taking photographs of them - they're everywhere you look, almost.
DeleteI wonder how one of your chestnuts would do here? You've sent me off on another Google trip. I thought our American chestnut trees were wiped out by the blight. But reading about it, I found that there were about 20 specimens outside Washington DC in Rock Creek Park. (I used to live in that area 30 years ago). Here, we get chestnut saplings which die within the first couple years. Reading further, I discovered that the reason they continue to spring up even after all these years is because the fungus that kills them does not kill the root.
ReplyDeleteFascinating. Thanks for sparking it.
That is so interesting. What a very particular fungus and how sad to see hope extinguished . . .
DeleteIn the Pelion region of Greece (Volis) sweet chestnuts are so dense in the hills there that the spiky cases are deep deep in drifts along the roadsides in late autumn.
ReplyDeleteThat must be quite a sight.
DeleteI don't even know what a hop pole is. We have chestnut trees in the hills area here and sometimes I see a man with his little oven selling hot roasted chestnuts on the street of one of the bigger tourist attracting towns. I tried the hot chestnuts one year but didn't like them.
ReplyDeleteHops are used in beer production. The hop vines grow up tall poles in the hop fields. I think chestnuts are probably an acquired taste 😁
DeleteWe have an entire street lined with chestnut trees that were planted long before the developments were created. Many people come out and collect the chestnuts as they fall to the ground.
ReplyDeleteIn the autumn, the woods are full of people collecting chestnuts. They would appreciate a street like yours, full of them.
DeleteI absolutely love trees (and their stories). Well done.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it. 😊
DeleteI remember there were lots of chestnut trees in the parks in West London where I grew up. Conker fights were popular in the school playground.
ReplyDeleteSchools don't allow conker fights now - too dangerous. 😟 Sweet chestnuts are too soft for playing conkers.
DeleteYou made me sing underneath the Chestnut tree with my coffee this morning. !!!I can see one between my bungalow and my daughters house. Shall I sing it to the tree when passing under it to see her? Have a happy day, Val and Poppyx
ReplyDeleteYes! Please do sing it to the tree!
DeleteSweet chestnut trees grew in the woods where we lived in Essex so my children and I often came home from a walk with pockets full, roasted them and chewed all evening..
ReplyDeleteThey're hard on the fingers, aren't they?
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Thank you for sharing such a detailed and fascinating insight into the sweet chestnut tree
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DeleteWe have chestnuts here but I'm not sure about the sweet variety. I've just remembered horse chestnuts. It's winter here, so I suppose roasted chestnuts are being sold on footpaths in the city.
ReplyDeleteA traditional winter treat - I like roasted chestnuts.
DeleteMy two Chestnut trees are rather young. Less than 20 years. They both bloomed good last year and had lots of nuts. But they have no blooms this year. I don't know if that's normal or not.
ReplyDeleteI think they can react to weather conditions. As fairly young trees, perhaps they're conserving energy?
DeleteAt our local Portchester castle they have a row of chestnut trees, the kids love to collect the conkers every year, and the shade they cast is very welcome.
ReplyDeleteSounds lovely!
DeleteI always learn something new when I come here.
ReplyDeleteI learn from other people all the time - it's one of the joys of life. 😊
DeleteWere you as happy as could be under that spreading chestnut tree?
ReplyDeleteDefinitely!
DeleteSuch a rich and evocative piece. I could almost feel the crunch of spent catkins underfoot. The history, biology, and personal reflections made this a quiet woodland walk through time.
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DeleteI am bad at identifying sweet chestnut trees (and telling them from horse chestnuts) unless they happen to have nuts on them at the time. I'm sure I just need to learn to take a closer look.
ReplyDeleteHorse chestnuts have a horseshoe shaped 'scar' on twigs when leaves fall, and have red 'sticky' buds in winter.
ReplyDeleteI remember horse chestnuts because as a kid we used to throw the nuts at each other. Yup, we were hooligans
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing what you find out and about in the woods.
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