Originally Posted by
Pleater
I have a cloak with a shoulder cape and lined it with the coverings of dead umbrellas collected up after a high wind arrived after most of the day had been calm but very wet. The streets were strewn with stricken brollies and I collected half a dozen, a couple of which were recoverable and the rest became something else.
I have this vision of the streets littered with broken umbrellas in a scene resembling the "cast of thousands" in 'Gone With the Wind'. At least they gave their lives in a noble cause, eh?
"To the make of a piper go seven years of his own learning, and seven generations before. At the end of his seven years one born to it will stand at the start of knowledge, and leaning a fond ear to the drone he may have parley with old folks of old affairs." - Neil Munro
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