2015 Acorns gathered from Gog Magog Down

In early autumn my brother visited from New Zealand, and we spent much of our time together in long walks. Through the childhood haunts of our home-town we tramped, we rambled through woods, by streams, in alleyways and snickleways, we roamed along stretches of Estuary salt-marshes. But in particular we visited Wandlebury Iron-age Hillfort on the Gog Magog down – a range of low hills just outside Cambridge.

And in the way we always had when out walking together, my brother and I picked up and admired souvenirs, woodland spoils, trinkets from along the path. As a parting gift, just before he boarded the plane ,my brother handed me his nature hoard – a handful of brown dried fruits and a fine collection of deadwood sticks.

In my old gnarled bur-cherrywood bowl I see a conker, a hazelnut, some beechnut shells and half-a-dozen acorns. Their shells all shapes and sizes, colours from yellow and green through deep rusted-iron to dark burnished brown. Some of the acorns are fixed in their cups, some cut adrift and rolling. I think I might plant these acorns gathered from Gog Magog Down and see if they grow into oaks.

Jean Dark 2013

Printed in Earth Pathways Diary 23rd October 2015