Last week I was on a secret mission. Deep in the woods outside Inverurie, there are some horse chestnut trees which always have a good supply of conkers. Under the pretence of taking my dog for a walk I took a bag and set off during the middle of the day to add to my collection.
As I approached the trees, my apprehension grew. Year after year, I suffered disappointment as a child, usually being the last to get to the conker trees and having the tail-end pickings. At first glance when… Continue