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I’ve done a fair bit of travelling over the past 14 years (how am I even old enough to write that?) but whether I’ve been solo, on a tour, with friends or family I’ve had one consistent companion everywhere I’ve been.

My hat.

Finding it on my first trip to Queensland’s Gold Coast was monumental. I’d never wear hats because I’m a moron who ignores sun safety ads (see below). Why would I? I only have black hair that acts as a heat magnet. Also they made me look like a little kid engulfed in her dad’s baseball cap. Complete with stick-out ears.

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Let’s say it was 2002  (because who remembers these things?) and I was on a uni break up the coast with friends. We were hitting the beaches and theme parks so of course the first thing Cristina and I did was go shopping. And there, in the Roxy Shop (how very Strayan), was THE HAT. It didn’t swamp my head, the brim didn’t stick out a mile and it basically made my head look normal.
Since then we’ve been everywhere together. To Europe, around Australia, on hikes, camping trips sightseeing tours, up mountains, down valleys, into tiny towns where they make delicious strudel, and onto the two best beachy places in the world – The French Riveria and Maui.
It’s seen things. Some of those things no hat should ever catch a glimpse of, namely the top of Hunter S. Thompson’s head (but that’s another story).

But it’s getting pretty ratty. The clip on the back doesn’t catch properly anymore so I’m forever trying to tighten it. It’s sun-faded so it’s not black anymore so much as it is a faded non-colour. I wore it on a run recently and now it’s covered in gross salt stains from sweat. It deserves better.

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It’s time to say goodbye. But how do you farewell such a steadfast and, let’s face it, beautiful companion? I can’t just throw it out. It’s in the same category as the pair of joggers that helped me train for my first half marathon. Those went to Shoes for Planet Earth and are hopefully being used by someone else who loves them. You can’t re-gift a hat though.

RIP Hatty.

P.S. Anyone know where I can get exactly the same hat?