Winter 2019 - 20

 

The Darkling Thrush

By Thomas Hardy

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

 

 

Leather Colour Swatches

 

Please tell us if you wish for colours not illustrated for this season as we have a palette of over 50 colours to combine and contrast!

Identifying the names of your favourite colour(s) for your bespoke gloves this Winter Season is easy - check out our Equestrian / Sports Glove Collection and our Cabretta Collection of Fashion Gloves.