Conkers/buckeyes.

After the hottest driest summer ever, we've had a wetter than usual September. The day hasn't been wasted though, as I've fixed the toilet seat and conquered the K2 sized mountain of ironing (listening to Beethoven's 9th, which pairs well, though not with chopping carrots.)
Playing conkers was one of my favourite childhood games, though I don't think the surrounding pigeon feathers in the pic. are from a pigeons' game, more likely from a cat pounce.
Cabin fever must be setting in, but hopefully tomorrow will allow more time outside.