It is that time of the year again, when sunny (or not so sunny) week-ends mean camping in our mini camper:
We were joined for breakfast by some feathered friends (but we didn't tell them what was on the menu):
And we stumbled across an Anglo-Saxon village: a recreation in West Stow Country Park.
It was like stepping back in time, though I have no doubt that the past was much dirtier and smellier that this! It was possible to step into the reconstructed houses, and one was a weaving room, with plant dyed skeins of yarn hanging on beams and lots of weaving looms:
I decided that I would stick to the present, despite the tempting idea of all that crafting... there would be a lot of back breaking work as an anglo-saxon maiden! And, heck, all the plant dyes in the world do not produce as lovely yarn as this:
On our way back to London, we stopped at a pub, and opposite that pub was an old forge with a sign on the door that said open... and inside that forge there was lots of yarn lovelies for sale hand-dyed by Paula at The Yarn Gallery (do check her stuff out!). Aha, time to get that spindle out again, and reconsider sock knitting.
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