Vanished pleasures

When I was a teenager during the war the only mackintoshes available were double texture riding macs and variants. I was fascinated by them and would go out on a dull or wet day or evening just to see girls wearing them.

Why I had this longing I don't know but it has been with me ever since, although there are hardly any about now.

After lots of sightseeing I eventually I met a girl who had one. I asked her to wear it when we went out. Sometimes she did and sometimes she did not. Eventually she sent me a Dear John letter.

Many years later I met another girl. One day while we were in London I took her into a shop and bought a riding mac for her. She was thrilled - and so was I! She always wore it properly with the belt buckle done up and the belt drawn reasonably tightly.

A few years afterwards we were in Newton Abbot market and I bought another one for her as the first one was showing its age.


I think it's the feel of the smooth texture of the fabric which is the key to all this. Whatever the reason, it was all very stimulating! A pity young [and older] people cannot have this experience today ...

Best wishes,


Charles