Conkers at the Park

First up this morning, a bike ride for me in the glorious early autumn sun around the stour valley, out towards Stoke-by-Nayland and return, in all a shade over 30 miles.

As the sun was still shining brightly, Master H requested that he and the visiting Luther should venture to the park, to collect as many conkers as pockets could carry (apparently one can never have too many). Of course the visit could not be complete without swings, slides and a spin on the roundabout and by then it was time for lunch.

After lunch, the delightful prospect of dismantling Sister's oven presented itself, which was nice. It was elementary dear reader...