Endless packets of cigarettes no doubt.
Her father grappled powerlessly with a task so manual it made her wince with embarrassment. He held one bag in each outstretched arm as he struggled onwards. The bags swung erratically; their motion proving troublesome as they clipped his heels.
The strain he put into pulling his pitiful baggage along with him was dwarfed in comparison to the power exerted by the other man who shared the grassy track.