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Molten globe of a sun this morning heading down towards the Ring. Sorely tempted to turn, park & wander off into the woods. Instead I carry on dutifully & arrive at the usual destination & put the back-up plan into operation. A suburban route around the block but then I cut off along the fields. The sun lies on the rim of the rise & there's low-hugging mist. Distinct September chill to the air. Mint to the nose. Retracing my steps I realise that horse chestnut trees line the path. Conkers! & yes, there among the grass the first of the year, dewy moist. Pick up & pocket.