CONKERS
I love conkers. If you're out walking and happen upon a particularly large, spiky green case, it can be pretty difficult not to pick it up and prise the conker out. They're not always as big as the case would suggest! Still, they are lovely to hold in the palm of one's hand (smooth, glossy, cool). I feel a bit sad if I see lots of ungathered conkers in the road being ground to a pulp by passing cars.
In Adrian Mole's diary he considered himself a man and no longer a boy when he went walking with Pandora and refrained from throwing sticks at trees. If I were walking with a man in Autumn, I think I'd like him to throw sticks at trees.
I love conkers. If you're out walking and happen upon a particularly large, spiky green case, it can be pretty difficult not to pick it up and prise the conker out. They're not always as big as the case would suggest! Still, they are lovely to hold in the palm of one's hand (smooth, glossy, cool). I feel a bit sad if I see lots of ungathered conkers in the road being ground to a pulp by passing cars.
In Adrian Mole's diary he considered himself a man and no longer a boy when he went walking with Pandora and refrained from throwing sticks at trees. If I were walking with a man in Autumn, I think I'd like him to throw sticks at trees.
