The Carlisle - Childs jacket

Some jackets are grown into. This one is grown up in.

The blue is the colour of an English morning — not quite navy, not quite sky, but something settled and certain between the two. Against it, a pale grey windowpane overcheck sits with quiet precision. Fine lines. Perfect corners. Cloth of a quality that a young rider may not yet have words for, but will feel the moment it is on.

The cut is built for the saddle — a flared skirt for freedom of movement, a shoulder that sits clean and true, lapels that lie flat through a long day's riding. It is tailored with the same conviction as its adult counterpart, because a young rider in the field deserves nothing less.

This is a jacket for first frosts and early mornings. For the anticipation of the horn and the rhythm of a good horse beneath you. For the rider who is only just beginning to understand what it means to be properly turned out — and who, in this, already is.

The tradition has to start somewhere. It may as well start here.