Best of Three

In these days of pc and health and safety gone mad the image of boys playing conkers in the school yard or on the street corner is fast becoming a rarity.

Numerous rules of the game always ensured plenty of arguing with echoing shouts of Clinches , Tibs, Stampsies, and other strange words. Always ending up with bruised heads, wrists and knuckles we heroically carried on for as long as the conkers lasted.

It was a wonderful time of year.