Conkers, Brunel Way, Bristol, September 2025

September

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Plentiful conkers

bring joy to the boy in me

recall a lost art

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I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

6 thoughts on “September”

    1. Me too. When I was a kid, you had to be really quick to find them, trees in September would be surrounded by children and parents collecting bagfuls of conkers. It just isn’t a thing anymore.

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    1. The seeds of horse chestnuts. It was a tradition in Britain to collect conkers, drill a hole through the middle, run a string through the hole with a knot at the end to secure it. The game was for two people to take turns swinging their conker at their opponent’s conker to try and break it. The winner was the conker that survived the battle. It would be assigned with a number defining the number of battles it had won. A good conker was a ‘fiver’ or above. Health and safety in school playgrounds put a swift end to this delightful tradition.

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