Phil has a much larger frame than the rest of the crew combined together and therefore has eyes and hat size in direct proportion. Using his superior eyesight, he saw an unwanted, gaily abandoned green Barbour jacket hanging on a fence rail outside the Head of The River pub. No doubt this poor, but very expensive jacket had been left to its devices by some uncaring yuppie or middle class public schoolboy twit who had recently been sent down for indulging in unnatural acts with his four legged friend, Willy the Weasel or his no legged friend Sidney the Trouser Snake.
In a similar way, as in the case of the lonely flower pot, Phil once again like a knight in shining armour, saw to the pathetic looking, abandoned vestment, gently picked it up and gave it to the Captain as a present and as a sign of his great esteem to a person who had safely and without incident had guided them of this uneventful but none the less interesting journey--- so far.
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