What hat did you wear? How did it help?
<- Well there it is in all its glory. As you can see it's a hat steeped in experience and wisdom. It's led a full life.
One of the first places this hat visited was India. Below you can see it at rest on its first day in Bangalore, recovering from jet lag. It was still in its prime, peak uncreased and not a single sweat mark on it. But India would test this new hat to the limits of its puggaree.
|My young hat|
|My hat and I enjoy the rooftop view|
It wasn't long before we were off on another adventure, travelling to the wonderous world of Egypt, visiting the pyramids, exploring the restaurants and accidentally finding ourselves in the illegal dancing clubs.
|My hat gazing at the pyramids|
Not long after Egypt we travelled to the other end of Africa, braving Lions, elephants and more dodgy shop keepers in the wilds of Cape Town.
|Not my hat, that's a rock hyrax.|
With all that experience my hat was an invaluable advisor and support when I met with Alice Williams. And it was quite hot on that day in London so he protected my milky white scalp from the raging sun.
But now my hat is long in the brim, it's time to put him out to grass and let him just be worn on my attempts at gardening. It's time for a new hat. A new hat for my wedding. And here's that beast, not long delivered by Pachacuti (Fair Trade panama hats FTW) and ready to crown my head on the 18th of August. Hopefully my head won't swell up in the heat and burst through it...it happens.
|The all new hat!|