I wore my green coat today. My green coat is not my white coat. My white coat is kept pristine for the showring. My green coat belongs in the pen- where preparations are made: the butlers apron for polishing the silver not his frockcoat for dinner service. Today is the first day of use for my building at the pottery coffee shop. It is traditional post and beam, built on the farm from large baulks of douglas fir and brought along the road in pieces to be assembled and erected. As my worksite for more than a year it hasn’t dictated how I am seen here any more than the cattle would object if my hat was back to front so I often attend as part of the farmyard. Today this changed: the lights are on, the coffee machine spits steam, the steel tables are cleaned and loaded – and I wear my green coat.