Today I wish to pay my respects to a dear, recently departed companion. Ever at my side, ready at a moment's notice to spring to my assistance, asking nothing in return but to have the worst shaken off and be allowed to dry properly.[1]
Rest well, faithful friend, stalwart deflector of wind, rain, sleet, hail and snow. You tried your best, struggle as we both did against the mighty gusts assailing the Wharf this autumn morn. But alas, 'twas to no avail – Dame Nature in her capriciousness destroyed you, bending your spars beyond hope of repair and finally leaving me, drenched and gasping, seeking what little shelter I could behind the little building next to the pedestrian crossing.
To Brolly. Rest in peace. We shall not see his like again.
Until lunchtime, anyway.
[1] Admit it. At this stage, you're worried.
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