This was the house hidden back from the road near from where I grew up. They told us monsters lived there, up in the conker trees.
Every year, I would see those fine conkers just sitting there waiting to be picked, but I was way too small to climb in.
A railway line passed next to the trees, and the bigger kids would climb down the railway banks to get to the conkers. One day a kid got electrocuted on the tracks and died. The family that lived there upped and moved away, and the gate stayed locked.
Some folks tried to blame the monsters, but us kids knew different.
Now when I see conkers on the floor, I think of the monsters, still there behind the locked gates, playing conker fights with ghosts of those kids passed away, keeping them happy in the dark afterlife.
I hope you'll remember them next time you're passing conker trees on a train. Give them a wave. They'd really like that they would.
You may even see them wave back.