A bumper day in the Lost Gloves stakes, as you’ll see very soon. It all started with this, rather stylish-looking brown leather glove. It had fallen right next to a low wall with ivy growing over the edge of the wall and almost obscuring the glove. Luckily my glove radar kicked in and I managed to take this snap.
Well, I can’t have gone more than 100 metres further along the road when I saw the second glove from the pair. The bizarre thin, other than the fact that someone appears to have managed two gloves, but not at exactly the same time, is that, like the original Lost Glove, it had been propped on a fence. It seems that someone in Esher has a Lost Glove fetish even stranger than my own.