Every cloth we cut from, hung on one rail.

Soft, warm and a little fuzzy. The winter city suit, in charcoal.

Heavy and hard-wearing. Grey from across a room, a zig-zag up close.

Glen check in charcoal and ecru, with an oxblood overcheck.

A deep red flannel for a jacket you will wear for twenty years.

The trouser cloth that goes with everything you own.

A country cloth that looks just as right in town.

The same soft stripe, on a dark navy flannel.

Brown and sand glen check, with a slate blue overcheck.