In the age of swords, wigs, and middle coats with floral patterns - when gentlemen wore ruffles and richly embroidered silk and taffeta vests - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

He sat in front of the window of a small shop on Westgate Street, cross-legged on a table, from morning until it grew dark.

All day long, as long as there was light, he sewed and cut, joining pieces of satin, poplin, and patent leather. The fabrics had strange names and were very expensive in this era, that of the Gloucester Tailor.