Harris Tweed

Look deep within these loosely-woven layers to find primeval land with ocean, sky and wind entwined, skilled hands and eyes of generations gone before and peat smoke mingling with a sea mist on the shore. In old and intricate design you may well sense a solitary piper skirling a lament, or view the purple heather blowing on the hill, or hear soft-spoken memories echoing still. Some bold and joyful as a vibrant summer’s day, and others tinted as an autumn bride’s bouquet, some speak of wilderness and yet untrodden ways, some melancholic strangers to the sun’s sweet rays. With insight woven and a clarity of mind, the rhythmic textures of the land we see defined. With colours of the seasons, each piece of cloth unique, of planet Earth and nature’s harmony does speak. Revered now far beyond its island home, a homespun cloth of gold it has become. Ambassadors for Scotland, yes indeed, that’s whisky, Robert Burns and Harris Tweed.