I don’t much enjoy the clocks going back – mostly because I get very hungry! It suddenly seems such a long wait between rushing around doing the evening outdoor jobs and Graham getting home so we can have dinner. However, I always enjoy the first Sunday. Time flies so much usually, but never on this day. Today I used the extra hour to finish my accounts & tax return. Hurrah! So, before the next big thing – the Woolfest stall applications – I shall take a couple of days away from bits of paper, get on with some woolly work & think up some posts for all the photos I’ve taken. Meanwhile, here’s a taster:
The mohair I began spinning after we’d clipped little goat Katia (stats: 22wpi, 400m, 100g). This wasn’t Katia’s fleece, but what happened to that was fantastic. I gave it to Artis-Anne and she turned it into a thing of amazing beauty: from the most perfect rolag ever – like a cocoon for a fairy – a wonderful, silky, wispy yarn.
I hate the clocks going back its the thought of the dark to come I think. I know it is needed for balance but I’d much prefer if it happened naturally and not because the government say so.
I love the picture of the yarn. Have fun:)