Here is a picture of a relatively small “accidental tree” in my garden. We had a holiday in Northern France in October 2001, at the time my youngest son was almost 11 years old, and like most British boys, but not French ones it seems, very interested in conkers. He collected a huge amount of beautiful, shiny, plump rusty brown conkers and brought quite a few home with him. The following spring, finding a bag of conkers, lurking in his bedroom I threw them out into the back garden and ‘Voila’ three sprouted and produced baby French chestnut trees. This one is now around 8 foot tall with huge sticky leaf buds at the moment.
