anoraked

Whenever things were getting on top of me over the year to come - the birds not showing, the distances too vast, the weather and the fatigue too overwhelming - I would think back to that anoraked figure quivering with derision and use the image of his smirking mug to keep going, determined that one day I would bump into him and quietly say, `I did it.'

2005, Sean Dooley, The Big Twitch, Sydney: Allen and Unwin, page 131