Friday, 2 October 2009
Bonkers for Conkers.
When a young lad, my friends and I would venture what seemed at the time to the end of the world for the fabled king conker. The king conker would enable the lucky owner to vanquish all foes in the battle to the death (well sore knuckles) that schoolboy conker competitions seemed to resemble. My policeman father when patrolling Lord Derby's estate once brought me home a sack of huge beautiful shiny conkers,the ownership of which made me a very popular chap for a couple of weeks. Now as a grown man I am the proud owner of dozens of trees and it seems thousands of conkers. I think it is time to initiate my youngest daughter Princess OTW into the mysterious world of conkers and dream that she will surpass her fathers record of once owning a sixer...I can but dream.(to American readers I can only say"you don't know what you are missing")