Railway Stations

I am sitting on Great Malvern railway station at 7 am, (high Victorian, brightly painted wrought iron platform) and listening to the announcer, I was close to tears. The familiar roll call of .Cotswold stations, Pershore (farms selling plums), Evesham (farms selling asparagus, the river, two spectacular large churches), Honeybourne ( a friend who raises irises), Moreton-in-Marsh(good pub lunches) and so on to Oxford which is not in the Cotswolds. I am leaving a life behind here.

I am off to London to see an exhibition at Tate Modern, Sonia deLaunay, whom I think highly of and then to Handweavers Studio - just checking on their stock, you understand.

I attended a two day class over the weekend where we did dyeing with an expert, Martin Weatherhead, and all came home with samples of colour ranges. Most of us also took home some of our own yarn dyed to match a colour. I have five skeins of fine merino died a rich chestnut brown. I have a scarf in mind, twill variations.

The rest of this week looks free so that I should get the blue and brown tweed finished and then the red velvet jacket made