The Scottish summer is an unpredictable beast. I recently returned to my homeland after more than a decade away and found that I had, somehow, forgotten the true wild nature of the season. Anyone who has ever taken a holiday in the sport’s home will know what I’m talking about: the sky flits from blue to grey and back again quicker than you can play a par 4. The sun hangs in the sky until almost 11pm, but whether and when she will choose to impart her true warmth is anyone’s guess.

That changeability brings a need for equally adaptable clothing. Many of us here, , opt for garments in a light, fine-gauge wool. Hear me out, it’s not as crazy as it sounds.

The words ‘Scottish wool’ will, in the minds of most, conjure images of heavy tweeds and thick jumpers. There is so much more to i

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