September 12h – The harbingers of autumn come in many forms, but few more pristine and beautiful than a freshly cracked open conker husk.
I found these windfalls on my way home from Shenstone – still a little unripe but nearly there – lying in the road. Like most men, I’m indelibly programmed to pick up a stray conker wherever I see it.
And when they’re beautiful like these, that’s not hard.
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