I just love tweed. There’s something very old school, very appealing in it’s texture, it’s colour and the way one prounces it – TWEE-D. I love it’s connotations, of something stuffy and formal and of old men running around in tweed hats. So with this in mind can you imagine how thrilled I was to discover The Tweed Run? (imagine a fangirl shriek inserted here)
And finally… someone who reminds me of Sherlock Holmes. No prizes for guessing why.
More info (and pictures) here: http://acontinuouslean.com/2009/01/27/london-the-tweed-run/