Life in the country is fairly quiet during the winter months, at least it is with regard to any activities of an outdoor nature as far as I’m concerned. I am a wimp where the cold weather is concerned, I could no more walk to the South Pole than fly and as for defending my Countries honour fighting in a trench up to my neck in freezing cold water it’s definitely not my forte. In my imagination I always envisaged myself as the dashing World War Two Spitfire pilot, whizzing about the countryside in a 1936 MG TA to join my Squadron, win a DFC, grow a splendid handlebar moustache and be recognised as one of the foremost air aces of the period. However in real life I suspect I would be better employed as a member of ENSA performing to entertain the troops and proving the acronym Every Night Something Awful. Yet again I have digressed from my original point about The Thirty Pieces of Silver and the fact that I have sold out to some extent by producing an on line emporium retailing hoodies and baseball hats for people who have no idea which way their head is facing. There is a link to said emporium which should be
but as it seems to be constantly changing and not going to the required page I have temporarily given up the idea of online retail. Myself I shall be sticking with the tried and tested tweed suit although if one were ever called upon to spend time up to your neck in water in a World War One trench, if it were possible to slip one of these hoodie style garments under your greatcoat I’m sure it would help to alleviate the symptoms of frostbite no end. Best wishes and toodle pip to you all.