Thirteen years ago I picked up my first Barbour at Harrod's in London. The jacket has seen me through rainy bullfights, countless days in the uplands chasing birds, stormy nights clearing roof gutters and just about everything else. Those of you that own a Barbour know the simple pleasure of this tool. In the past I have done some minor re-proofing on my own but a few weeks back I decided to send it off to Alain, at New England Reproofers for some real time on the bench and proper repair work. The cotton was dry, zippers stuck, tears all over the place. A true warrior in need of some love.
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