Anton Rippon: Conkers talk unleashes flood of happy childhood memories ... and sad ones!
It is fascinating what can bring back memories from the dim and distant past, unwrapping the layers one has bound around the more painful ones.
When I wrote recently about the ancient and noble game of conkers, it unleashed a flood of happy reminiscences from pals whose schooldays paralleled my own. Arguments about whether baking and pickling should be allowed, information on where to find the best match-play conkers and a whole lot more came flooding out.
For one pal, though, it brought back sad memories. David Boorman recalled that although his junior school – Ashgate on Ashbourne Road –... read more