It didn't rain in the end, although it looked like it might, so off I went by bicycle on another foraging expedition.
The hazel bushes I spotted in that hedge yesterday didn't yield more than a double handful of nuts, but the bushes are still young and likely this is the first time they've fruited. What I picked seems to be the sum of the crop - there is no evidence of empty husks or broken shells on the ground. Plenty of male catkins on them already, so with luck, there will be a more abundant crop next year.
Managed to nearly fill two panniers with apples from one of my regular trees, and there's still loads on it. The tree is ancient, and its location must have probably been part of someone's garden at some point in its life, but now it's just standing randomly by the side of the road. I'd taken some long finger cycling gloves as there's loads of nettles and brambles around it, but when I got there, I realised I'd dropped on when looking for nuts. Hey ho, I have to furkle some thorns out of my thumb...
Cycled back slowly to look for the glove - easy enough to spot, but when I stopped, I totally forgot I had about 15kg of apples on board, so bike, apples and me capsized sideways into the grass. Fortunately without an audience this time.
I've banged my left shoulder and elbow, and there's a spectacular bruise on my left knee where I got walloped by the crank / pedal.
Cats have been fed, I've got a

and I've put the curry on to warm.