Conkers, lovely conkers!
luv, ’ave you seen my conkers?” My inter-rogative request fell on deaf ears, but the little beauties I’d foraged that very morning on our stroll through Clifton Country Park re-lit yet another memory trail. Have you noticed that kids aren’t interested in conkers these days? Or catapults, pea guns, Meccano? Or digging holes, or lighting fires, climbing trees or takin’ stuff to bits. When me and our kid were (well, kids) we made bats out of branches and bits of inner
