The rather magnificent piece of furniture (see other picture below) is a cope chest – obviously, you don’t want to get your copes in a twist! I was told that it is certainly medieval, probably as early as the 13th century and, apparently, one of only seven surviving. I have seen a similar chest in Wells and another in York Minster but I think this Salisbury one is my favourite. Anyone know where the other four are lurking?
Yes, the colour that I need to include in every dyeing session is BLUE – all shades from aquas to violet purples and real indigo – someone will buy it!
But over 150 miles west, along the rather amazing Jurassic coast, just over the border into East Devon. We spent a week there last month, in a pretty little fishing village called Beer. Apparently the name is not derived from the drink but is an Old English word which has something to do with forests.
I realise that I much prefer to visit these places out of season. Then you get a real sense of community, as well as, in this case, a lingering nostalgia for the days of smuggling, stone quarrying and lace making (the locals claim that Honiton was merely the marketplace for their own labour – all the famous lace was actually made in their village of course….!)
By sneaky detours we scored two cathedrals en route:
Exeter, with its fabulous fan vaulting
and Salisbury, just before the recent dramas
Any idea what this is ? I had to ask. Obvious once you know though….
I’d better answer a few questions next time! But it might have to wait – I’m off on my travels again tomorrow. Rural France, probably very dodgy internet, so may be some while…. Have a good Easter.
It is possible that my first daughter might stumble across that last post. So – correction. I had better make it clear that SHE, not that fireplace, was my best present ever. She managed to get herself born on my birthday!
Time to get sorted!
This is the view that greeted me on my way downstairs this morning. It’s a small part of my overall stash and I am currently switching out some of the heavier weight winter yarns (possibly prematurely – it is in fact snowing outside…)
If I manage to make enough of a dent in the tidying up so that I can access that drum carder by tomorrow, I should have time to make a couple of art yarn batts – always fun stuff!
And now I feel a bit of a cheat. It actually took me a week to get from there to here – but the post below kindly adjusted its date so I don’t look so feeble. Clearly, I’m no tech. wizard.
So why am I here? Yes, it started with all those ‘inspirational’, ‘seasonal’, ‘cosy’, ‘make your own sandwiches out of a slice of hand stitched shoe leather’ blogs that I genuinely love to read. I think I just wanted to join the fun. I have moved on from following simple craft blogs, though I’m still happy to share any of my patterns that I have actually got around to writing up. And I’m as keen as the next (won’t say ‘man’) on eating delicious dishes.
Yarn, though, is a constant. I card it, comb it, spin it, dye it, knit and crochet it. Sometimes I just buy it. All of it, any of it. Don’t get me started.