I have fond memories of playing conkers in Dublin in the late 70s/early 80s, thanks to a number of horse chestnut trees at the end of our street. We'd "borrow"

I have fond memories of playing conkers in Dublin in the late 70s/early 80s, thanks to a number of horse chestnut trees at the end of our street. We'd "borrow" a knitting needle to piece them.