Hilton and Mears: Green coat...

In my favourite green coat and with the dog nearby we liked to traipse along the coast. I always hoped that if someone saw us they’d think we looked like we belonged...

It’s winter and cold. It feels too cold to snow but somehow rain seems likely. Either way, standing here, probably looking more like a trainspotter than Liam Gallagher it still feels so good to be out. “It must be that time?” Part statement, part hope. Then it is. Something about watching the train felt like we’d arrived maybe or maybe not at the right time but on time. And what time? I always hoped it was one-oh-one.

Thank you to Chris for today's rather evocative prose. Modelling by me, experience by him. For more Hilton and Mears check the label at the bottom of this post. Until next time, more soon...