The Hunting Pink
Supping a breakfast mulled wine and munching a mince pie on Boxing Day morning, the local hunt trotted through a nearby town. A big crowd had gathered to see them off. I became transfixed by the hunting pink jacket you see here, which the rider said had been in active service over eighty years. Judging by his age, this clearly meant it had been passed on through the generations.
The SurvivorOver its long life the jacket has typified ancient tradition fully rooted and in touch with its community and its surroundings. Self-serving, pusillanimous governments come and go, causes and conflicts fall in and out of fashion and EUs crumble. Constant and authentic, this remarkable jacket and the life it represents remains steadfast against prevailing whims and fancies.
It beats mine which was made by Huntsman in 1938 but equally repaired.
ReplyDeleteThanks Foghorn. I'm equally impressed.
DeleteBest wishes, Tweedy
Hi Tweed Pig,
ReplyDeleteWhy don't you show your face?? I think the picture quality was nice. But you need to describe some more. Thank you for your sharing.
I have been reading your posts regularly. I need to say that you are doing a fantastic job. Please keep up the great work.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, well-loved coat. The perfect blend of style and utilitarianism.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Best wishes, Tweedy
DeleteHi Tweedy. This reminds me of a story I read somewhere--forget where--about rowing club blazers. The gist of the story was, they are handed down from a retiring member to a new member, never laundered and not repaired. Stains and other sorts of damage are taken as a "badge of honor."
ReplyDeleteCertainly, Bradley. 'Battle scars', 'badges of honour' -- things are most interesting when they have a history and a story behind them. New is neutered! Best wishes, Tweedy
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