Three… is the magic number

The lovely Hannah sent me three gloves some time ago, and since then I have been wrestling with whether to make separate posts out of them – as they are all quite beautiful examples of the genre – or whether to combine them as some sort of lost-and-found triptych. Blogging is full of these long dark nights of the soul.

Now I think that I can't quite bear to split them up, so here they are, a threesome waiting in vain for the ones who left them behind, like the Sugababes in wool form.

Found: remote railway station

Found: Someone's garden, Oxford

Found: Cherry Tree Wood, East Finchley