It was surprising how much sap I was able to collect in just over a day from the sycamore tree (extra).  I was anxious lest anyone disturbed the container that I had suspended in a bag tied to the wounded branch but perhaps passing dog walkers thought it was another horrid dog poo bag thrown into the tree.  The dish shows poached pears in the sycamore syrup that I made today and there is a little left to spread like maple syrup onto pancakes.