Poor little begger probably had one of those black, p.v.c., wooly lined helmets with ear flaps that we all wore in those far off days and anyway, hoods were for pixies and fairies! Peter must have returned from piking trips with knees so cold that they would have been blue! Mr Crabtree should have treated him to a padded, all in one, WD surplus tank-suit or similar. Mrs Crabtree, although we never met her, could easily have shortened the arms and legs! Us kids weren't softies back then, but there are extremes! Actually I had my first pair of long trousers when I was fourteen! And those I borrowed off an older cousin, it was for a job interview. How things have changed. How I remember the cold when we went out to sea cod fishing in the winter.