Travels of the Six Week Coat

There I was hanging about in the secret room upstairs of the AgeUK thrift shop in Nantwich, hoping to have a rest. Winters have come and gone, not too many though, my colour is still good, a nice bright burnt orange, I am mostly wool with a touch of cashmere (and some of that nylon stuff, I don't know why they had to put that in). Glorious big buttons down the front, and on my sleeve tabs. An elegant wide collar with rows of top stitching, well spaced.

Coming up the stairs I heard an Australian voice. What could she possibly be looking for? And who brought her up here? Not Lynne, the manager. Ah, one of the volunteers, on her day off even.
The next thing I knew I was off my hanger and on the visitor's back. Straight away I knew she loved me. I didn't think she would ever take me off again. What a bargain I was, all the stock had to go out the door so the shop could be refurbished, so half price she paid for me.
Not long after I was on her back and in church, St Mary's, what a lovely, elegant 14th century parish church, with the generous style of a cathedral. There is even a crusader laid to rest here.

Now I am on an adventure to see the world, well some of it.
The following night I was taken out to dinner at Lastra Farm Restaurant at Penrhyd, Amlwch on Island of Anglesey . Very nice this place was too, it won The Travellers Award, 2014. K kept me close by in the predinner drinks lounge then I was most upset when she took me off and the waitress hung me in a cloakroom. With some very inferior coats, I might add.
I wonder where I will go next?