All over the Christmas holidays I tried to find pinecones. I hunted high and low, through marshland, puddles and long grass and could only find three. I also feel, being from the depths of Somerset, that it is a little sacrilegious to have to pay money for pre-painted pinecones.
Now, about six months from the festive season, I have found the mother load. What on earth am I meant to do with all of these now?!
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