Vintage View: Fur

MY aunt’s house was a regular B&B to rescued creatures — from punctured gerbils to foundering ponies.

Still, high days and opera nights she went forth clouded in an ankle length white fox coat worthy of Anna Karenina.

I was surprised to notice a handful of vintage clothes’ specialists featuring fur at a number of national antiques fairs recently. Was there a market for vintage pieces after all these years of fur being consigned to the great skip of collective outrage?