The idea was to see how far a small bag would go. Two days in the Cotswolds in October, hotels not planned, the parka doing the work of a coat, a raincoat and, on the Saturday night, a pillow.
Painswick first, for the yew trees and the churchyard, then the bus to Stow for the market and a cold square. The Espresso parka was waxed again before we left and shed two showers and one proper downpour without a word.
Underneath it: the cream roll neck both days, the riding leggings on the walking day, the rib knit dress for dinner. Boots throughout, because the lanes do not care what day it is. The bag was the oxblood doctor bag, which turns out to hold exactly two days.