Now when you live opposite the Rec, you get used to the odd bits of clothes left on the railings.
Usually they consist of a single baby sock, dropped from a passing pram, or a school jumper forgotten by one of the children playing football after school.
But the jacket was different, more so because it was identical to one owned by my partner.
She saw it, I bought it in, she couldn’t quite understand how it got there, she then checked it over and decided it wasn’t hers, and I put it back on the railings.
Ten minutes later when she still couldn’t find her jacket, I retrieved it, and a second inspection ensued.
But again it appeared not to be hers, confirmed by the discovery of her own jacket, and so once again I took it back and hung it on the railings.
And there it stayed for the evening, occasioning plenty of comments from passers by.
A few pointed at it, laughed, and wandered off, a handful, more picked it up, inspected it, before returning it, always careful to place it back on the same spot, and arrange it just as they found it.
And today it has vanished.
I guess we will never know if this was a random collection by someone who just liked the look of it, or if it’s owner back tracked their route home on Friday night and retrieved it.
As a story it might not amount to much, and wouldn’t even get a footnote in the history of the Rec, volume 2, 1950-2019 “The Fun Years”, but I am fascinated by they way in a few short hours it was noticed by shed loads of people, but then I don’t get out a lot.
For the record, it was from Zara, was medium and in good condition.
Location; Chorlton
Picture; jacket on railings, 2019, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
But the jacket was different, more so because it was identical to one owned by my partner.
She saw it, I bought it in, she couldn’t quite understand how it got there, she then checked it over and decided it wasn’t hers, and I put it back on the railings.
Ten minutes later when she still couldn’t find her jacket, I retrieved it, and a second inspection ensued.
But again it appeared not to be hers, confirmed by the discovery of her own jacket, and so once again I took it back and hung it on the railings.
And there it stayed for the evening, occasioning plenty of comments from passers by.
A few pointed at it, laughed, and wandered off, a handful, more picked it up, inspected it, before returning it, always careful to place it back on the same spot, and arrange it just as they found it.
And today it has vanished.
I guess we will never know if this was a random collection by someone who just liked the look of it, or if it’s owner back tracked their route home on Friday night and retrieved it.
As a story it might not amount to much, and wouldn’t even get a footnote in the history of the Rec, volume 2, 1950-2019 “The Fun Years”, but I am fascinated by they way in a few short hours it was noticed by shed loads of people, but then I don’t get out a lot.
For the record, it was from Zara, was medium and in good condition.
Location; Chorlton
Picture; jacket on railings, 2019, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
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