#286 - Conkers

We love the seeds of the horse chestnut so much, the children and I can't pass a tree without collecting a pocketful. We have no purpose for them, they just look so gorgeous and tactile, little gleaming nuggets in among the leaves, it's impossible to pass them by.

#144 - Conkers in Mud

Mostly, everything is just muddy. The ground is soft underfoot and water lies in every hollow. Under the trees, the soil is a rich black with black twigs, leaves and seed-case fragments. Beautiful mud. Yesterday, walking under the horse-chestnuts I kicked through leaves lying dark and curled on the ground and there were conkers - little gleaming secrets under the leaves.