Conkers. Yes, that's right, conkers. I had dreamt about writing a post about conkers, strange as it may seem.
It all began a few weeks ago as I was sitting on the bus on my way to my regular Friday psychotherapy session. London, for all its sprawling size and apparent mass of buildings, is actually a very green city. I mean that in the nature sense, not the environmental one. The capital has lots of parks, some large some small, all over the place. These parks are in the central, touristy part of London and they are in the suburbs too. In addition, many streets in London are tree-lined, and it just so happens that in my part of London there are lots of horse chestnut trees. So, on this journey a few weeks ago I happened to notice as I was looking out of the window that there were an awful lot of conkers on the trees. It was one of those things that you just sort of notice at the time and then file away for future reference.