Now, in Yorkshire they were called flat caps and my own Grandfather was never seen without one, that, and a pipe.My parents once decided to see him and wait outside the rugby ground, as they ( and us children) were passing that way shortly before the end of a game , and he always went and supported the home team come hell or high water.
Why they ever expected to spot him I do not know ( this was about 1958) and what happened when the match ended and they all,thousands of them, poured out of the ground was this: a human waterfall of men in flat caps and raincoats with a pipe stuck in the mouth washed around us.It was one of the most amazing sights of my life.He wasn't there, or he was any one of them.We then walked on to the house where he and Grandma lived, and he was there by the fire having a mug of tea, having beaten us back to the house by ten minutes.His flat cap was Harris tweed, indestructible, and smelled of wet dog after rain.