Friday, 7 October 2011


If you are a ten year old boy then going conker hunting is not just a treat it is an absolute life necessity. You're not really that interested in your mum telling you how beautiful they are, or holding them in your hand admiring them and appreciating the gloss and shine.

 No, you just want to get as many as you possibly can, get that hole drilled and string attached. Then you want to stuff them in your pockets and go get the opposition ...

It is a constant disappointment to me that conkers don't retain their glossy shininess.


  1. Oh, me too. The first of this season's have already gone wrinkly on my windowsill. Sounds like a bit of a metaphor for life ;-)

  2. Me too! The just from the tree shininess is just perfect and far too fleeting.


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