VOLUNTEERS TO REMOVE HELMETS
Who can forget the carefree days of their youth, middle age or dotage when no wander through the summer countryside was complete without splitting open a Policeman’s helmet?
Or, to put it another way, splitting open the pod of a Himalayan balsam plant.
That delicious elastic tension, that exciting application of pressure, the sudden satisfying pop and expulsion of seed were surely Nature’s way of gently suggesting Humankind should invent bubble-wrap.
Not any more, though.