Olwen.

The plum herringbone waistcoat Olwen wears wasn't hers to begin with. Emrys, the hedge-layer who taught her the trade, gave it to her the winter he could no longer climb the hill on the top stretch: "here, it doesn't keep me warm anymore", and that was that. It's too big through the shoulders, she hasn't had it altered and has no plans to. She wears it like someone wearing the whole trade, and that it's too big says, without her saying it, that the one who taught her was older.

A sweatshirt is a cold-weather garment, and for Olwen the cold is her best hour: her best self shows in the first hour, in the dark, when it smells of sap and frosted earth. This one carries her portrait facing forward, with the inherited waistcoat and the mustard jumper. The portrait sits against a plain background: the colour reads in one go. As an everyday garment it keeps you warm without fuss, with a countryside hare on the front. If you like how it works, I have more clothing from the same family in the collection.