Loss.

There's nothing quite as heartstring-pinging as an item of small child's clothing plaintively left on a fence. The ne plus ultra is the single tiny glove popped over a fence post, but a lovely spotty gilet gives it a run for its money.
I hope it and the owner are reunited soon.

In other news, epic day at MRFC and I couldn't partake because of stupid fucking broken rib. Two World Cup winners, two Gloucester legends and two ex- pros in the mix and I had to bloody watch. Fucking pah.