Letting go . . .

Sometimes the need to let go takes hold and so it was with our two old ruck sacks. My green one went to cub camp in 1968 and also did all my travels as a young man including Egypt. Dd's began its tour of duty on our honeymoon but is too big for any future application we contemplate. Both have been out of our sight for twenty years.

Time seemed right to let them have another life outwith the confines of our attic . . . they were both picked up from the street very quickly.

Adios!