'Something light and airy for this last burst of summer, non?' said Madame, and held up a dress in creamy pink crêpe-de-Chine. 'Very thirties, n'est-ce pas? I adore this fabric—so fluid, so graceful.'

O! gin I were where Gadie rins,

There was a simple tick-box option to book a hire car on the island.

On working days weavers who had jobs were already mee-mawing across the racket of looms as the van delivered and in hot weather, with weaving shed doors open, the sound bombarded the streets.