Twenty years ago our son bought us an overpriced sheepskin from a furniture emporium in Hampstead. A lovely gift but the sheepskin got worn and a bit grubby and we couldn’t throw it out. We brought it with us to The Gables and it found its way into a cardboard box in the cat barn. Nigel has commandeered the rug and box and spends many hours in regal repose on his very own sheepskin rug.