When I was a boy conkers were a large part of your life during the autumn. In the last 10 or so years the threat of apparent death by conker has seen this great tradition die out, at least in school playing grounds, which is a shame.
I knew all the tricks to strengthen the conker for battle, dousing in vinegar and then baking in a hot oven – I can’t remember if we had permission for the baking in the oven bit – so could be in trouble shortly ;-).
When we moved down South to Great Dunmow – about 12 years ago – conkering was still very much in vogue. We used to watch, with a certain amount of trepidation, as the Dunmow youth would gather under the horse chestnut tree…where our car was parked…and hurl sticks up to bring the conkers down, we were never aware of any damage having been caused to the car.
Anyway, nowadays, the conkers are allowed to just fall as nature intended and gather on the floor, ignored by the local children. Still, it did mean it was easy to find the subject of today’s picture. Definitely worth clicking this and seeing the larger version.