Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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.
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...
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What are conkers, Lucy?
:)
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...
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