At Christmas time I was handed one of our early Cambrian Gilets for repair. Having been accidently bundled up with a pile of clothing after autumn flooding, it had an unfortunate encounter with the washing machine and the soft wool thermal layer had succumbed to the rigorous tumbling. However, having become such a treasured garment, the owner was determined to try and rejuvenate it. After meticulously unpicking the layers, I was handed the surviving outer and commissioned to attach a whole new inner. The result was almost like new, but somehow more…