Yesterday was one of those blustery Autumn days -- grey skies with the wind kicking up just enough to send a steady stream of ripples over the Thames . I took the girls to the playpark after school, and as they made their rounds and I sat absorbed checking my iPhone.
Thud!
I thought one of those teenage boys that you always see lurking at playparks after hours had thrown something.
But on the ground next to me was a perfectly polished brown conker, the colour of a Chesterfield sofa. I looked around and there were hundreds -- OK, that's an exaggeration, maybe 50 or so -- scattered under the the trio of towering chestnut trees that shaded the play area. The wind kicked up again and....
Thud! Thud!
Two new shiny gems fell at my feet, their green casings nearby. I couldn't resist the urge to pick one up --smooth and cool in my hand. In fact, we all couldn't resist, and we ended up with a Tesco bag full of them.
So what does one do with a whole bag of conkers? (I didn't grow up here -- suggestions please.)
Photo credit: jo-h
