Fur

It was that bewildering sort of day, suddenly bright and mild, that brought people onto the streets in clothing confusion. At the pub by the river a row of people sat on the wall with their pints and their peanuts, legs dangling over the water, in t-shirts and pink converse, or leather jackets and sheepskin boots, or orange hiking jackets and yellow beanies.

Strolling into town were people in wool coats and scarves, rolled-up shirt-sleeves and sunglasses.

But the only thick sleek fur I spotted was on these two.