We love the first chill of Fall, because it signals the time to “Move to Tweed.” That annual ritual of turning over your wardrobe and pulling out that Outer Hebridean fabric which makes us feel a little bit Dirty Harry, a little bit Miss. Marple. This week, we paid our annual visit to Freemans Sporting Club to spend time with our favorite master tailor, Enrique, who measured our vitals. Get ready America. There is Harris and Donegal in our future. In four weeks time, the Panic Room will #MoveToTweed.