Continuing my investigation of the stables at Little Canfield I came across this leather jacket:
It reminded me of my own black leather jacket, very similar to this that was my pride and joy as a teenager – it protected me from a severe kicking from a lunatic and kept me surprisingly warm in the cold. I finally swapped it for one of those “designer” style leather jackets with a friend – a bad move – I know who got the best out of that deal!
