On the way to York on Wednesday, my daughter exclaimed ‘Look at the fields!’ With crochet in hand, there was no time to put it down and find my phone for a photograph, so the nearest image to illustrate the flood water is this of the Ouse, once we arrived in York.
The trees are, fortunately, not submerged on the banks of the Ouse but they looked like they were in the middle of a river rather than a field outside the city. So, there’s a farmer or two who will struggle to get crops this year.
The main purpose of going to York had been for me to learn how to do nålebinding at Asgard, a shop which sells replica Viking artefacts. I was therefore pleased to find that the workshop was running
and that I was able to learn how to get started. It’s going to take a bit of practice to produce a fabric which is consistently neat but I hope eventually to make a garment or two from the sheep’s fleeces from Old Sleningford Farm. (The wool is too prickly for knitting and crochet).
Another first during this trip to York was Merchant Adventurers’ Hall, which we will have to explore properly another time. And not a first for me but for my daughter was a medieval church hidden behind a row a shops. At the bakery where we bought our lunch, they had recommended the grounds of this church as a place to eat, so we were graced with tame blackbirds eating our crumbs at our feet and this bell for peace:
The daffodils in the next photo are not in York but at my parents’. There are full sized daffodils open closer to home but whenever I pass by it is not convenient to snap them.