Autumn’s fruits

I collected these on our River Wey walk on Saturday. They tell their own story.

Conkers, berries, acorns and helicopters are impossible to pass by without picking them up. And if I find conkers in prickly cases and acorns in cups, them I’m well happy. They’re called secrets in our house. ( As are satsumas in tissue)

Down in numbers at Women’s Fellowship today but the chatter still flowed. Wonderful ladies!