Conkers
A Memory of Daventry.
My mum worked here for many years, however my abiding memory is of the huge horse chestnut tree that grew in the middle of the large lawn in front of the hospital. The tree produced the best and largest conkers so every year we crept into the hospital grounds to collect them. In those days we were not really allowed in the grounds so it felt quite exciting and dangerous to creep in unoticed and fill our pockets.
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