“If it wasna for the weavers, what would ye do? Ye wouldna hae your cloth that’s made o woo’.” Exactly. And not just the weavers, either. If it wasn’t for makers — and this lot are the best in the Isles — you wouldn’t have very much at all.
- Woollen studio
- Its name is a synonym for sadness, and its first loom was built by the local coffin-maker, but the cloth made here — there’s nothing in the Isles so vital. Read more
- Hat maker
- The hat maker: top dog in the blocking, brushing, and brim-curling game since some time between the Napoleonic Wars and the American Revolution. Read more
- Horn works
- A cornucopia if ever there was one: shaping, and polishing cow horn — and, in so doing, making things like toggles for duffle coats — since the 1700s. Read more
- Woollen mill
- In the context of cloth, the Inner Hebrides are the other Hebrides. They’re the Hebrides where you can have any colour you like, so long as it’s sheep. Read more
- Linen weaver
- Linen woven in the old traditions of Hebridean linen — which is to say, a one of a kind, against-the-grain endeavour, up in the land of Harris Tweed. Read more
- Glove maker
- Every day, here in the crucible of England’s glove-making tradition, a team of craftspeople enact the old adage about silk purses and sows’ ears. Read more
- Cotton mill
- Cotton. There’s nothing you can’t do with cotton — not least when you have the finest cloth-brains in the country on the case. More soon — but for the time being.
- Tweed mill
- Untraditional traditional Donegal tweed woven here: two men — father and son — side by side, weaving cloth on looms in a shed beside the family home. Read more
- Outerwear factory
- Meticulous cutters and unflappable seamsters combine around pleasingly regimented tea-breaks for the best-made jackets and coats around. Read more
- Brass foundry
- The metallurgists of the best buckle maker in the Black Country: a region steeped in metalwork since Judas Priest. The full write-up is on the way — and until then.
- Cashmere mill
- Weaving with extraordinarily fine hair of the cashmere goat calls for some extraordinarily clever contraptions — not least the aeons-old teasel-gig. Read more
- With specialism, sometimes, comes exceptionalism: over three narrow floors, cuffs, collars, and sleeves of imperious quality are cut and sewn. Read more
- One-man mill
- With his fleet of restored bygone-era looms, there’s little the one-man mill can’t do, or risk life and limb attempting. Full write-up soon — and in the meantime.
- Jersey maker
- The best jersey begins down in the basement, and down in the basement today, among row on row of knitting machines, it is very cold. Read more
- Spinning factory
- When it comes to yarn of the Donegal variety, accept no substitutes: unless dyed and spun and carded and nepped and burred here, it just won’t do. Read more
- The maestro. Cutting at the top for half a century brings the nous and skill and confidence of truly accomplished craftsmanship. More soon; this for now.
- Woollen mill
- Here be 200 year-old weavers of industry-leading saxony twills, double-cloths, cavalry twills, and many other to-be-reckoned-with jacketings. Read more
- Sample room
- Unassuming premises, the sample-room in north-west London, yet vital — putting out the cleanest samples and small runs for the best part of a century. Read more