Radically Slow Fashion: Old Town's Handmade Workwear

For the first date I had with my boyfriend two years ago, he wore a beautiful work jacket in dark navy wool. He’d stolen it from his mother (a woman of exceptional taste who knows the virtue of an oversized garment), who in turn had bought it from Old Town 15 years previously. It’s still in good nick. A few months after we met, we visited their shop in north Norfolk, resplendent with scrubbed floorboards, painted wooden walls, enamel lamps, a new Formica counter and their…