“Boys pick up odd things – a snail, a pebble, a leaf, a dead beetle, a chrysalis, a bit of sheep’s wool on a fence – and their pockets soon come to resemble birds’ nests. The contents of the pocket have no intrinsic money value but they do have great sentimental value to their owner. They become a microcosm of the local landscape, of the boy’s habitats and haunts.”
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Reminded me of matchbox collections.
russell davies: blog all dog-eared pages: notes from walnut tree farm
