Kingsgate, Kent

[squirmelia]

I collected freshly fallen conkers from the edge of the churchyard. During my childhood, the horse chestnut tree sat next to a dark building that was part of the builders' yard, but now the tree has a protection order. It's still growing, but in someone's back yard. It's still the tree I think about if I think about conkers.

I drove my mum's car, on the roads that featured always in my dreams, when I was driving. The roads I first drove on, I suppose, but in the dreams, I drive only uphill, away from the village.

The rainbow was faint and the jet trails fell from the sky like a feather.

At Kingsgate, I clambered down through a small chalk ravine to the beach and then found caves churned out of the rocks, glistening white. Castles loitered at the tops of the hills, but it was the archway that was the most impressive sight.

I made plum pudding and now, thinking about it, I should have served it on manhole covers, like food is served in Reasons To Live. My dad is still pulverising the garden, searching for drains.

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[erinaf.livejournal.com]

While not the same Conkers I am wearing my Conker's Bad Fur Day shirt today ;)

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[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Conkeracious!

I've been trying to figure out if there is anywhere in the UK I can get some pumpkin coffee from after reading your last entry. I even looked on EBay.

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[erinaf.livejournal.com]

Do you have a coffee maker? I could send you beans or grounds. Starbucks should have it. But that's the worst version of it

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[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I'll check out Starbucks first and then let you know. Thanks for the offer. :) The new one in my city may have even opened by now, I'm not too sure. There will then be 2.

[the-elyan.livejournal.com]

I was watching a boy extract conkers from one of the horse chestnut trees near the Cathedral yesterday.
Even with all the technoklogical advances that surround us, the method of doing this, with a stick, has not changed in centuries.

Nor has the erroneous belief that a conker you rip your fingers to shreds for, getting it out of its coccoon, is som,ehow more valuable than one you find in its open state...

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

In Nottingham, all the conkers themselves seemed somehow shredded. I suspect the squirrels may have had something to do with it.

[ephoscus.livejournal.com]

In which case, they've taken all the good ones.