|Eskdalemuir seen from afar|
The day dawns, the lawn a silvered frost, the crows in the copse assemble and chatter to each other, they will greet me later on with raucous noise when I go out to let the bantams out.
Next week is the carvery when a good part of the village assemble for a meal together. Paul is trying to get a meeting together to address the problem of not having a chairman for our parish meeting. A new arrival has offered to help and we are keen to get him to do the job. But as the saying goes 'trying to herd kittens is an impossible job' a date cannot be arrived at. Some people at the top end of the village do not talk to other people at the bottom!
I wait in anticipation for the bed to be dug so that I can order plants, we also wait for a maybe visitor from Hawai, Chris, an old friend of Pauls' this weekend, the purveyor of Sake to London restaurants.
But as ever my mind has been ruminating (like a cow;) it has a lovely rolling sound ruminate).... see below
To get back to the subject, well it is about weaving, I have an Ashford Loom but it is large and warping is difficult in this house, though we do have a large table but it is always so full of stuff. what about a small loom, 16 inches to be precise, just to play around with, all those coloured yarns I am thinking of doing, in other words just being creative. There are many different looms on the market from those great heavy looms down to little inkle ones, there are tapestry looms and Navajaro ones. You can hold them with your foot or backstrap them. Choice is difficult.
Tabor in comments mentions the header photograph, and my mind returns with ease to Eskdalemuir, I have never really explored Scotland much, the islands so vividly portrayed in the new Series of Shetland. Eskdalemuir was fairly isolated a 15 mile journey to the nearest town, the landscape though was beautiful, except with one exception and that was the forestry plantations. When the trees were cut they left the hills looking like trashed teeth it was an ugly sight.
I watch the artist that I had bought prints from on Facebook, as he creates more prints. He recommended this blog, 'Working for Grouse' An earlier essay is sad about the fate of curlews, who seem to be disappearing. I know that I did not hear any last year. He blames it on predators, and I had a bit of a skirmish with Blanchard in emails about the killing of predators, and the hunting rights of landowners in Scotland!
to ruminate, or chew the cud if you are a goat!
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