From the Heavy Woollen District, pt. 1

Paul Vincent

The first of a two-parter. Words and pictures from a world-beating mill at the heart of the Heavy Woollen District in the north of England.

Read the first half of the write-up — which includes that charmer of the mill-age, the teasel-gig (above) — here. And also note that overshirts and jackets using wool and cashmere from the mill will make their way online-wards over the next few months.

Other words

T-shirt or not t-shirt
What’s funny — and not funny-ha-ha so much as funny-huh — about the t-shirt here at the workshop is that, well, it isn’t really a t-shirt at all. Or rather,... More
Herdwick on the grapevine
It wouldn’t be so bad if they weren’t so nice. But then, if they weren’t so nice, it wouldn’t be so good. The pleasure-pressure paradox, that, of working alongside acquaintances... More
Factory record
Consider the bumblebee. A ludicrous little fella: oblivious entirely to the impossibility of his fuzzy and rotund form being able to fly. One might wonder, if he stopped to think... More