So on Saturday, after driving for an hour down the smallest, steepest country roads and across the Honister pass to drop him off so he could walk, I carried on and finally arrived at Mitchell's Livestock Centre in Cockermouth....... Woolfest
The sights, sounds and smells were all that I had hoped, the sheep were baa-ing, and smelling of, well, sheep. The swallows swooped around the roof of the barn and everywhere people were oohing and ahing about the animals, the yarn, the equipment and the demonstrations.
I didn't buy a lot, but just being there was wonderful.
Some reduced Araucania Ranco called to me -
I didn't mind that at wasn't a neat skein, after all it wouldn't take long to become a ball ready to be Song of the Sea that seemed to made for the yarn
And then watching so many stall holders drop spindling it suddenly occurred to me, two weeks in an apartment without Hugo Pussycat to attack the fluff would be an ideal opportunity to practice spindling and hopefully master Ply on the Fly (which I have been intending to do for ages) so a quick visit to Wingham Wool Works stand provided the solution and though I wouldn't say I've mastered it, I do have some plied yarn already