About twelve years ago Chris and I drove to Cornwall in our old VW camper van and bummed around the beautiful coastline. It was a surprisingly hot summer and I'd packed hardly anything appropriate so whilst there I got myself a hat and a pair of shorts...I loved them equally and as is the way I still have them. On a g-o-o-d day I can squeeze into the shorts, and the hat? The hat's always sat snugly on my (scarily large) head and it would take Mother Nature at her absolute worst to get so close as to flick the brim.
Whilst looking through some photos earlier I realised that my hat's accommpanied me on all manner of adventures. As the saying goes, 'if these walls could talk'......without a shadow of a doubt the same could be said for my faded old hat and those dang swirly blue and white shorts:)