
Ah... the rural escape. Back to the country idyll of knitting your own honey, raising feral children in hard-boiled cat-fur dirndls, and settling down to a life of utter poverty as the buildings — and your equity — collapse around you. Well, that's my dream, anyway. (I'll take London and a couple weeks vacation for the time being.) Either way, the garment for you is a Barbour jacket, of either the...
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