There was a time when every British high street had a gentlemens outfitter. Now they are a dying breed. Dying? Almost dead actually.
Suits, tweed jackets, blazers, old regimental ties, caps and Trilby hats, checked viyella shirts, formal shirts, white mens underwear………and sometimes at the back a school uniform department that cast a dark cloud over an August afternoon.
Hunt carefully and can still find them, there is a wonderful outfitters in Lewes, Sussex that has slipped though time (See it here, I think street view will allow me to link to Hugh Rae Ltd). Step through the door and you enter a world where Dad has a Rover or Morris Oxford in the garage and Mum is dressed in a Horrocks frock.
I came across Parkin’s outfitters in Durham recently. It’s not quite as time warped as some but maybe the clock had stopped at 1980 rather than 1950? I nipped in and bought some wooly socks. Not that I needed them but when the last gentleman’s outfitters shuts we will feel so sad and my purchase was a one man affirmative action to keep outfitters from being extinct, like the Haberdashers and the TV rental shop.