I couldn't help myself. She was sitting there on the shelf in the shop. She was calling to me. She was new! She was pretty. I was helpless in her thrall. I would just try her on. After all, I had only just bought a new rucksack a few weeks ago. It would be useful to know what was out there for a later date.
She was an Osprey Kestrel 48. She fitted so snugly. Comely. We fitted , melded, instantly. It was almost sexual. My precioussssss.
All the things I loved in my old Osprey Atmos and all the things I loved about my new Millet Peuterey. None of the things I fell out of love with on the old Atmos.
Preciousss, oh yessss.......
So that's another rucksack added to the collection. I shall take her for a walk tomorrow afternoon. The Three Blackbirds at Woodditton. Lord Elpus will need a walk; he's just arrived home from a week on Loch Morar.