Conker Plonker

I braked suddenly on my bike, a little too abruptly, to collect this conker off the road.

And as I cycled home, proud of my bounty, I realised that no one at home would share my enthusiasm. They’re all too grown up.

Except for Mabel. She likes it and she’s been chewing it. It probably looks like a tennis ball to a 9-month old puppy but it won’t be long before she realises it doesn’t taste nice.