I know that this is a reflection of my age but I love conkers. In my mind they will always be associated to this time of year. As a child we would go out the the horse chestnut trees and spend hours trying to get down the seeds. We would then enjoy the delight of opening the newly fallen conker, revealing the nut inside its green covering. And what a colour - deep chestnut with a sheen that any shampoo manufacturer would have died for - just wonderful.
So why the wonder down memory lane? Well I was walking down a country lane yesterday when I came across two wonderful horse chestnut trees surrounded by newly fallen conkers. They lay on the ground just calling out to be picked up and of course I obliged stuffing my pockets - just as I had done all those years ago. It really is strange how the smallest thing can transport you back, however briefly, to your childhood - indeed it is usual a small thing, a smell or location that sets this of. It was a wonderful day for walking yesterday and the conkers just made it that little bit more special. The only problem I have now is what to do with all these conkers? Are well back to reality!
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