Makers - Tweed mill, County Donegal

There is only one settlement within any sort of proximity to the father-son mill in County Donegal: the father-son home, ten paces away. Beyond that, there are miles and miles of grass and gorse, as far as the untrained eye can see, before running into the Derryveagh or Bluestack mountains to the north or south.

Which means that, when the wind blows the right way — and blow it always does in this part of Ireland — you can hear the click-clack of weaving from some way off. The click-clack is two looms; small but busy Somet Rapier looms, of mid-70s vintage, assembled and tuned up to the apex of how these things can run. They shine and sing, these looms, couldn’t weave better, and they make enough work to occupy the day of two men. Convenient, since there are only ever two men here.