Got a pocketful of conkers this morning foraged from my
daily stroll through Poole Park on the way in to work. I’m testing the old wives tale that they keep
spiders out of the house as I’ve seen a few hairy scary ones lurking and
looking suspiciously like they’re searching for a winter holiday home. Turn your back for a minute and they’d be in
like a shot! Conkers seem a bit more
humane than a fly spray as a spider deterrent.
Let’s hope the old wives were right.
I love conkers. They’re
so shiny, with their soft velvety feel and that deep, rich, orangey brown
colour. There’s a pleasing roundness to
conkers, a bit like a perfect pebble.
You just want to roll them around in the palm of your hand or juggle them
in your fingers. The park is littered
with conkers. No need to throw big
sticks up into branches to bring down the green knobbly pods – rather disappointing
really as I’ve got many a fond memory of stick throwing down at Meyrick Park in
the dim, distant past.
I always think of conkers as the dividing line between
summer and autumn. Nights are drawing in
and there’s a heavy dewy freshness across the park greenery in the morning, a
sure sign that we’ll be counting down the shopping days to Christmas before
long. (Actually, I think one of the
girls at work has been doing this since mid-August).
Luckily there’s still that small window of photographic
opportunity open before night fall in which to while away a few hours in the
great outdoors.
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| Exploring the New Forest |
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| Trickling forest stream |
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| Mosses, leaves and lichen |
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| Autumn colours |
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| Magic mushroom? |
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| New Forest lawnmower |
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| Have you spoken to my agent? |
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| Dusk descends on the heather |
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Moonlight sonata
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