The 'old eccentric' is dressed in workingman's clothes today, there being no need to act the gentleman. He has a cap instead of a decent hat, his old yellow coat - somewhat deflated and less oddly crinkled, now there is no money stitched into the lining - and rather worn trousers. He carries a stick as is his habit, and still has no cause to lean on it despite looking older than he ever has. In all, the impression is of a man on the cusp of going entirely to seed; not quite there, but it will only take a moderate breeze.

He stops when he is hailed, and waits quietly as he is approached.