Pilgrimage!

Inspired by the day, I dipped deeply into my wardrobe and tried to fashion myself into an emulation of the Great Reverend Brewster. The doublet and breeches were easy to come by, having recently come across, illegally (a long story), a heavy oaken trunk filled with such garments, and my hunting cape served as a passable cloak, but I was vexed by attempting to locate a Monmouth cap. Tears of frustration came fast and hard. It is indeed a sight to see, a full-grown English settler weeping and gnashing his teeth, and so I've been staring into a mirror for most of the morning. Now it is time to dig a Turkey Pit.