Most of my days I think I'm a good person. I’m not claiming to be a saint, far from it. With all the little white lies I tell, like saying “I’m almost there” when I’ve only just left the house, I’d be kidding myself.
 
     
    It comes from the soft undercoat of a specific breed of goat, the Capra Hircus, found mostly in the chilly mountain regions of Central Asia, like Mongolia, China, India and Iran. And to make things even trickier, each goat only produces about 200 grams of this precious fibre per year, a tiny amount compared to what you get from a sheep. In short, those sweet little Capra Hircus goats share the warmest part of their fleece with me. The least I could do is say thank you every time I take off my jumper, but honestly, even that doesn’t feel like enough. If I want my clothes to last, I need to step up my game. From now on, it’s time for a shift in attitude.