Sartorial adventures & a Suffolk Connection
On our first evening in London we visited Mr A's tailor in Jermyn Street, so he could buy some new trousers for his Morning Suit. In a nicer quality of fabric than we can source in Australia. Mind you, tailoring is wasted on him, as sir is a perfect off the rack size. Since they don't have that size in the warehouse the trousers will be made up and sent to sir in Australia. Which is the tailor's biggest non-European market.
(Mr A has a legitimate work reason for this.) I will admit that the previous paragraph is one I never imagined I would have cause to write. A friend asked me, so why not Saville Row then? The answer: we didn't want to be pretentious.
After the sartorial exertions we strolled about the streets nearby and came across a Suffolk connection in St James' Square.
It seems the Hervey family, of Ickworth, had their townhouse in the square for centuries. In contrast I inderstand the Duke of Bedford still owns most of Bloomsbury, where we are staying. The Wheel of Fortune, and all that.