Saturday 26 September 2009

Collegiale de Notre Dame, Lamballe, morning. The wind in their tails...

A tiny curly-haired girl with an excited smile, collecting conkers with her father, wants to talk to Molly, who is too busy running among the whirling yellow lime and chestnut leaves.

2 comments:

The Crow said...

What are conkers, Lucy?

:)

Lucy said...

Horse chestnuts, the shiny ones that fall with the leaves at this time. English kids play a game with them, hanging them on strings and hitting them against one another. As far as I can gather French kids, and presumabley American, don't play this, they just collect them for their beauty. They lose their shine quickly, of course, and you are left with a pile of dull conkers, but these are sometimes planted in pots to show how things grow...