Last year, I acquired a sheep’s fleece and I made a loom with the aim of weaving a mat. Except I decided to have a go at using the drop spindle I’d bought my daughter as she had been fascinated at various shows.
I think I’ve got the hang of spinning now but oh how addictive it is! Just as well the garden in large part looks after itself.
However, I have taken the occasional break and, apart from weeding at home, we have gone further afield. Not weeding but exploring.
The latest was to a garden near Wakefield which had opened for the NGS. This was a little underwhelming, so I won’t dwell on it. However, it was very close to some woodland, Stocksmoor Common, which provided not only a pleasant walk but my knowledgeable friend introduced me to garlic mustard.
I refrained from picking any but it did have a clear garlicky aroma.
The woodland turned out to be very close to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park as well. My daughter and I had been there recently – in attempt to see how doable it was by public transport (very expensive) – and afterwards she had requested we not go there again.
I must admit I am inclined to agree with her sentiment. Such a managed landscape is (no longer) to my taste. Even if some exhibits are amusing,
I’d far rather feast my eyes on this: