Slim pickings there I’m afraid. Must be a popular spot. I only got the one. Top quality but only one all the same.
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Our road has so many that this time of the year the street turns white mush with them all.
Mary I, theres a chestnut tree just inside the big gate on Ashbourne avenue to the right and its heaving, another over at the opposite end, in the smaller field that borders Summerville Avenue behind the big house
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I’ll need GPS Flatty. I’m not familiar with Greather Manchester.
Conkers & Diddys
The Secret Life of Manchesters Upper Middle Class
I’d keep it that way tbh.
Conker McGregor.
Bleeding Canker.
A load of trees got destroyed with that here a few years ago.
I suppose they wouldn’t have a chance against the Range Rovers
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It’s why you need one.
Fucking weirdos.
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I washed and dried all those conkers I collected a few weeks ago and stored them in the garage. @balbecs post in the Aldi thread reminded me of them so I checked them over the weekend. Unfortunately I had stored them in a plastic bag and they were all covered in mildew. So I had to wash them all individually again and dry them out.
I suppose I need to store them in a dry well ventilated area indoors. Problem is, for this Christmas project I have on, I don’t want them to shrivel up and loose weight. But I can’t have them rotting either.
Very little on the internet about storage as horse chestnuts are poisonous. Any ideas?
I remember we used put them up the chimney years ago as kids to harden them for fighting. Sure we’d forget about them and by the time we’d remember they’d be hard dry shells.
Thursday morning last, on the way to creche and after that, work with a car load of kids, I had to stop, park up and get out to ‘hoosch’ a noble cock pheasant (note the ‘h’ @moyboyblue) out of the middle of the road. There’s no sport in shooting these released crayturs and they just don’t survive in the wild in this country.
I’d sooner take on a snipe or a woodcock tbh.
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You’re a thundering disgrace! Easy targets are what TFK is all about!
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I could’ve pulled a hurley out of the boot and snigged this misfortunate craytur without breaking a sweat. Where’s the glory in that?
Ps
I’ve done left and rights at snipe, grouse and woodcock. Rabbits crows and pigeons too.
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It’s the TFK way. We live not for glory - just for cheap shots.
I’m just too much of a humanitarian I guess
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