Staying with a friend who made industrial knee pads, I scrounged some leather. At home I raided the kitchen drawer and, with the odd nail, screw, and a book from the library, (that's always my first port of call when I take up something new) I made, what I called, my office. It was a pouch that fitted to my belt that would carry pens, pencils, diary, cards, paper clips, a bit of string and lots of fluff, etc. I went 'overboard' and decorated it with a fish and carved my name into it. It traveled with me all over the country and over to Holland and Germany. Others wanted one too, so, as soon as I found The Manor Tannery, at Grampound, I was in business.
