This afternoon I found my first conkers of the autumn. Still snug in their prickly armour, they were nestled in the grass where they had fallen. One had a faint line of chestnut-brown where it was beginning to push its way out into the world; so I stamped on it to help it on its way!
Another was completely enclosed, so with a little more effort I stamped on that too, and inside was a completely white conker, not yet exposed to the air. Over the next couple of hours it gradually coloured to mottled brown; and I’m sure that by tomorrow morning it will be as glossy a chestnut-brown as its mates.