A fascinating week of textile talks, exhibitions and heritage in Upper Austria.
The weather has been playing design games with the reservoir.
Midday walk in the woods. Low sun, long shadows.
A poem for National Poetry Day: Tay Bridge by Douglas Dunn.
A surprisingly weaverly musical adventure on the radio.
Lots of inspiration in the patterns and colours of NW Sutherland: the top left corner of Scotland.
A holiday home for the Earl of Wemyss. A day out for the Bookers.
A few recent encounters.
In which a treasure trove of cuttings and cake arrives from Noor in Canada
Much waffle about deprivation indicators and a picture of a hungry Phoebs. This really is a weaving blog, I promise.