Having just spent a few days in the north of England, I can see them, the cloth-capped gents, in a black-and-white grainy-photograph long gone world. They often give the camera a piercing gaze.
‘Cloth-capped gents in the plane were reading the racing pages (‘Two-Year-Old Greengage Worth a Nibble’)…’
Source: Laurie Lee, I Can’t Stay Long (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977 ((1975)), p. 197
