And Kirk snuggled into the capacious folds of Ken's Burberry, apparently confident that his brother really would claim it when he needed it.
It was very cold and windy, and we had not even a blanket, though I had luckily brought both my greatcoat and Burberry.
The Burberry suits were drying and the ice was melting off our beards.
The Burberry wind-proof outer garments were old and in poor order for the start of a season's sledging.
We had not dared bring rugs for fear of losing them in the subsequent attack, so I had nothing but my Burberry, a muffler and a woollen helmet.
