It’s 4.30pm on a Friday afternoon in Leeds.
Blue sky, twenty seven degrees, and a white-wine and Peroni soaked crowd of suits, are wallowing on the sun-drenched pavement outside the Bar & Grill.
Now is the time of the year to kick back and suck the marrow out of every bone Mother Nature throws at us.
Earlier this month, I decided to take a cheeky day off, and my wife and I headed down to Wimbledon for the tennis.
With yet another glorious day on the cards, and wanting to look the part, my first port of call was to my favourite hatters Lock and Co on St James’s street, to treat myself to a Panama hat.