This little backpack, with its black fabric body and its leather straps, has been up to the heights of the Highland tops and down into the depths of the Peaks caverns and endured rain, hail, snow, sandstorms, heatwaves, and blizzards. It’s been to London and New York. Tokyo and Paris. It's seen several owners, who have carted it around for a collective fifty seven years and all over are the signs of wear, with the zips coming off their threads and the leather wearing down to a bone white.
But in all that time, no one has opened it. Now it's in your hands, you think you understand why. I think something just moved in there.
Paddy Dobson
29th May 2021