The weather has taken a turn for the better. That is to say, more to my taste, cooler, duller and damper. All that 30 degree nonsense has buggered off back to Spain and wherever.
While the weather was still thinking about its overly hot behaviour I had a day out with a friend at a festival of food and music.
A road trip and a day in a field. My kind of day. This particular field was full of the randomly skull tattooed, almost all white, largely up for good time, residents of Essex.
A certain amount of considered preparation is required to be able to sit comfortably outdoors for eight hours during an English summer. The older you get the truer this is
Chairs…check
Picnic blanket….check
Umbrellas..essential for rain or shine…check
Sun hat….no….but easily remedied.
…or is it? I was down Portobello the day before the trip. There was a selection of just two hats for sale. I made my choice based on the hat’s shade creating abilities. I didn’t choose it for the amusement of others, but you’d be excused for thinking I had.
On advice I try to make sure I have Fisherman’s Friends on my person while I’m wearing it, in case those in my company have an inexplicable urge for a weird spicey lozenge. I draw the line at wearing a ‘please look after this tart’ label.
Bad hattitude runs in the family. Frenchie has said in the past that she looks like shit in a hat. I’ve encouraged her to reconsider her oral punctuation, to somehow soften the image, but it’s hard to see how that would work. Ever helpful, I bought her a baseball cap, her preferred head gear, from a sailing shop in Cornwall. It was a pretty shade of blue with a white number 2 on the front.
Well, it made us laugh.
Philip Treacy, god of hats, says that how a hat makes you feel is what a hat is all about.
It makes me feel like a right twat Philip.
Luckily in this instance he’s got it wrong, it’s all about the shade Phil, shade, that’s all, all about the shade.
It must be noted that this image, from a photo of the hat on my head mannequin, tells a false story regarding its aesthetic reality.
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