once the preserve of the country set, i keep spotting their iconic waxed jackets on the city streets worn by the kind of ubiquitously cool girls whose style savvy i long to emulate and find myself pinning style musings that feature the brand’s waxed offerings with alarming regularity. it seems crazy that i should find myself yearning for a barbour and yet… somehow i do.
perhaps i should blame moving to fulham (or edging into my thirties) but as the season turns and leaves begin to fall, i’m itching to pull on my wellies, don a wax jacket and head out for a long leisurely walk along the thames with my friend alex’s adorable puppy, kicking up leaves and breathing in the fresh autumnal air. a stop for lunch at a riverside pub is also an absolute must!
what are your favourite autumn rituals?