Dear Lorraine
What a wonderful website! After making my little contribution last month I just had to write and tell you my story.
I was born and raised in a city in the north of Britain and have a since an early age been attracted to women who protect themselves from the worst the British weather can throw at them. Like some of your other correspondents I have also had "experiences"at he dentist.
My first encounter with the the gaberdine coat was at primary school it was dark grey for the boys and navy hooded ones for the girls.
When winter arrived the girls were all wrapped up against the cold with coats buttoned hoods up and some with scarves tied over there mouths
The sight of this began to get me a bit "excited".
After my first visit to the dentist to have a tooth removed my mother like one of your other correspondents buttoned my coat up to the neck and tied a warm scarf and handkerchief over my mouth to keep the cold off my face. I wanted to be wrapped up all the time like this and when the fog or smog decended on the city I got Mum to tie my scarf over my mouth outside my coat. As everyone was going around like this it did not seem out of place and enjoyed being all cosy and warm.
As a teenager I went to the local youth club on Saturday nights.
One wet night in the swingin 60s a girl who was in my class at school arrived
wearing a nice slightly flared tan raincoat with a bright red headscarf the
ends folded under her chin and tied at the back of her neck.She looked every
inch the young lady and no longer the school girl.(I think a bright headscarf
is the finishing touch to an unhooded coat on a wet night and adds to the wearer's
protection).
After leaving school I got a job in the city and travelled to and from work
by bus.The sight of the ladies in all manner of outerwear was wonderful on drab
winter mornings. At this time I had a classic 60s "carcoat", made
of a dark blue shiny waterproof material, double-breasted, belted, and with
a large faux fur collar.
On cold days it was wonderful to wear with the collar turned up and my big college
scarf wrapped round my neck.
Across the years many lady friends have come and gone and
their range of outerwear has been extensive.
One wore a shiny brown raincoat with a pink headscarf on wet days and if it was dry and cold she would wear a long scarf outside her coat with one end wrapped over her shoulder.
Another had a classic double-breasted dark green mac. During the time I knew
her she needed some painful dental treatment. I accompanied her on a couple
of occasions, making sure she was well wrapped up. As it was during a very cold
winter she had to keep her mouth covered for a couple of weeks. She also had
one of those cute fur bonnets which were popular in the late 60s/early 70s which
tied under her chin with cords and furry pompoms.
She looked all nice and cosy wrapped up against the cold.
Another had a wonderful stone coloured classic mac which turned both male and female heads when she walked down the street. This lady was a serious snappy dresser.
My present lady friend and kindred spirit has a nice black double- breasted lined mac with a thick detachable faux fur collar. On bright cold winter days we like nothing better than a walk in the country or along a wind swept beach.
She gets all buttoned, belted and booted, puts on a headscarf and leather gloves,
and pulls her collar up. If it's very cold she has a large pink mohair scarf/wrap
to keep the cold from her face.
With me in my Parka fur hood turned up off we go.
A well matched pair enjoying our winter wear.
David
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