Aaaah Yes, very fond memories of my time in Harrietville, the little fuel stop town right on the base of Mt Hotham. Anyway, my local mate Greg knew a field up the back of the town dump where a dozen or so very burdensome Chestnut trees grew. Course, all the locals knew about it, but that didn't matter, there were always plenty to go round. Roasting? Just like everything else, threw em in the Furphy... (Cast Iron Camp Oven for the gen w, x, y, and z) gotta love the Ol Furphy. Actually I'm sure one of my boys 'discovered it' in our recent house move. "Hey Dad, What's this rusty Ol steel bucket used for?" "Hell son, that's me Furphy... You take good care'o that... It's a classic" It'll take me another ten years to find it again now... :sigh Hey KK... That's using your noggin... Well done! Yasu KK!