Snood

This snood appeared by the front door over a decade ago. Some years later I tried to give it back to Daniel, who I was sure was the rightful owner. He claimed never to have seen it before, so I still have it.

It saved my neck and throat through the many winters that I motorcycled in and out of Edinburgh. These days it has a permanent home in the pocket of my jacket, along with my woolly bonnet.

Now you know.