I am grieving for a lost hat. Here is Canis croxorum, modelling the item, before I lost it.
I bought this hat in Snowbird, Utah, in the mid-’90s. I had been at a conference there one summer, and on the last day I went to the hiking store where they were selling equipment at a knockdown price. I bought a pair of lovely Timberland boots for $35. And this hat. With boots and hat I hiked up to 10,000 feet (I was wearing other clothes at the time, not just boots and hat) after which I ran out of atmosphere and had to come down.
In 1998 I took the boots and hat with me to Kenya, where for a couple of weeks I was part of a palaeontological field crew in a remote region to the west of Lake Turkana. I still have the boots, but, alas, not the hat.
Ever since then, this hat – worn with pride on three continents – has been my constant companion. Sun, wind and rain have burnished the brown felt to a shade of green.
Until last Friday.
That’s when I went for a walk in Cromer with Canis croxorum, and came back without it. I think I must have put it down somewhere while we rested on a bench for a minute, and didn’t pick it up.
So, if you are passing Cromer and happen to find my field hat, do call by at the Maison Des Girrafes and collect a reward. This will be a half-dozen eggs. No big deal, really – pretty much anyone who calls by these days gets a half-dozen eggs, whether they want them or not. They’re good eggs, though.
Hope you get it back, though I suspect it suits Heidi better. There's something about dogs in hats…
Don't worry, Brian, your fetishistic desires are safe with me. Nobody reads this blog but you and me anyway. And Amy. But I'm sure she'll keep mum for a suitable inducement.
I read it too! You can tell because I sometimes leave comments.
To continue: think that's a great hat, Henry, and I hope someone comes back to you with it soon.
Thank you, Clare. I haven't found the hat yet, but Mrs Crox bought me a very similar one from the store that the younger Croxii call Marks and 'Spensives.