And no bobbins and spindles and shuttles are left / Where weavers once tended the warp and the weft /To fettle to fabric with fine-spun thin threads /But axes have fallen and silenced the sheds /And only the bleat of the sheep on the hills /Gives a musical beat to the crumbling mills. From ‘Cotton … Continue reading Of Mills and Men
Just returned home from a long lovely weekend based at hillside village of Middleton-by-Wirksworth Derbyshire, where we were catching up with family and friends. The White Peak’s highlands and steep valleys are characterised by large quarries, many disused and self seeded with ash, hazel, birch and scrub. The abandoned rusted sheds and stores are being … Continue reading A Weekend to Remember
The summer nests uncovered by autumn wind, /Some torn, others dislodged, all dark, /Everyone sees them: low or high in tree, /Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark. (From Birds Nests by Edward Thomas) ‘Nests’ is a new large format hardback to be found on bookshop shelves. Susan Ogilvy’s contribution to the … Continue reading Hedges, Ovoids and Late Fruit
We had a lovely surprise last weekend when some farming friends came for a long delayed lunch at the corner house. They turned up in the tractor bearing gifts at forks end. In with the newly felled birch tree logs was a branch with large moss covered burr to add to our wood form collection … Continue reading Bags of Fun
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