We had a power cut this morning. For a short time we had the fun of candles, though of course it was getting light. Also, the Aga produced tea and toast without any problem and then of course the power came back at 7-0-clock. It knocked out the internet, but was eventually righted by turning the router off, leaving a couple of minutes, and then turning it back on.
Our willow lessons went off very well, now I have a small basket for my patchwork, but will admit that Joe our teacher wove much of it. It is much more difficult than I expected, the different stitching seeming to change every ten minutes or so but our teacher Joe was superb, and so patient.
The willow classes are had in the Willow Cafe, so we can get any drinks or food downstairs, I had a delicious Vegan puff pastry, when I crashed out yesterday with hunger, I have a tendency to faint, if I am not fed regularly;)
Weirdly enough there was someone from Bath there. She said it with a short 'a' in typical Yorkshire way, I say the long 'A', which of course sounds more pretentious and is always picked up by someone who will mimic me. But believe me it goes against every grain in my body to speak in a flat tonal.
Joe was obviously a great expert on willow, and she sees it as having a spirit of its own. One thing she said was that climate change is affecting the willows as well. There were some lovely colours, from a coppery one, to the shiny grey edging on mine and a dark green band in the centre of the basket.