Hoarding Conkers At Hailes Abbey

Not often you find such a landslide of conkers but my father saw them glossy brown among the hedgehog casing. So we foraged with the rove beetle, earthworm, mite, lifting box-loads of mahogany jewels into the back of the Riley. Going home I was ready to stage my strung shells for the big fight in the playground. Time was short and I was in a hurry to catch all the fun I could hold. Next term it could be origami or the sprung reel of the Yo-yo and then the winter snows.