Draper of Glastonbury

There are two types of winter people. The first type says, “It’s not that cold,” while their hands turn a worrying shade of lavender. The second type quietly slides on sheepskin mittens and carries on with life like a smug, warm-fingered genius. Today, we are brutally honest. We are honest about the fact that British winters aren’t dramatic enough for snowstorms every week. But they’re perfectly designed to freeze your fingers. You could be unlocking the front door, walking the dog, or waiting for a delayed train; freezing doesn’t discriminate between any task. It’s that damp, creeping cold that gets you. The kind that laughs at thin wool gloves. And this is where sheepskin mittens begin to look less like an accessory. They feel more like a strategy. First question: Why mittens at all? Why not ordinary gloves? Well, it’s all science, with a sprinkle of cosiness. When your fingers sit together inside sheepskin mittens, they share warmth. It’s teamwork. Gloves separate your fingers, whic...