On vacation I tend to sleep in, not leaving enough time for my solitary cups of coffee. I was up late this morning, with only a moment to breathe in the view and then we were on our way home. We left before we wore out our welcome.
Now for a week of silence, solitude and simplicity, which I see is dwarfing into a week of weaving—well, at least to some extent. I was inspired during our stop Halcyon Yarn in Bath—rows and rows of luscious spools of yarn--and where I bought The Tartan Weaver’s Guide. Not simple!