Woven items to Raft of Dunster update…

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I took my items along to Raft this morning. They were displayed later today after I had left so I don’t have a photo for you. The image above is of the medieval yarn market and the Raft store is to the right, just out of view. Unfortunately nobody visited the shop this evening but Jen has very kindly offered to to keep my items on display until Monday afternoon. At this time of year there is so many other things going on. Also it’s Dunster by candlelight next weekend. See below 🙂

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Doesn’t the castle look amazing lit up like that? In the foreground, middle right, is the yarn market. They have a continual programme of musicians and singers during the festival. Fabulous 🙂

You can arrive by steam train if you wish…

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We love living here.

What love looks like

I’m not sure what’s going on with me at the moment. My sensory processing disorder is worsening. In my last post (Travelling) I mentioned how car travel is increasingly difficult. There are lots of other things too.

Next weekend is StitchFest down in Totnes, Devon. It’s one and a half to two hours away. I really want to go. I want to handle fibre before I buy it. I want to smell it. I want to soak up the atmosphere that such an event inspires.

I don’t know if I can actually do it… the traveling, walking in to two unknown venues, the lighting, the noise, being unexpectedly touched, flickering screens, low level spot lights…

I’ve been in tears trying to decide whether I should go, or not, or go, or not… Yes, I meant to write that twice.

What love is, dear reader, is Lovely Husband’s answer. I don’t have to decide until the day. If we get halfway there and I say I can’t go on, he’ll turn back. If I get to the door and I can’t go in, we’ll turn back. If I’m in there one minute, 5 minutes… we’ll turn back. To him I am not wasting his time, not wasting money on fuel, not wasting money on an entry fee… To Lovely Husband the important thing is that I get to try.