1. I finish threading up the warp and my friend helps me wind them onto the back beam. Between the width of the work and the variety of yarns in play, it’s a bit of challenge but it goes surprisingly well. Once it’s on the beam, I enjoy the pseudo “random” balance of colours and textures.
2. We’re late on our dog walk – yet again – so we walk over the top of the old quarry. As we approach, we notice a new fence – at first I think it’s blocking path but as we approach, we realise it’s just along the edge. The wood is solid and heavy duty – really what’s needed given the drop – but it has a strange impact on the surroundings: it makes us feel like we’re in a properly managed nature reserve rather than just our crazy woods. We follow it for its full length, surprised by the amount of money that must have been spent on the wood alone, and comforted by its presence, peer over the edge of the cliffs in a way we’ve not felt brave enough to do in the past.
3. After we’ve both said “the fish is good” a couple of times, it becomes a joke.
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