No, it's not whole meal spaghetti ...nor is it several plaits of odd looking French bread
What this village lady is holding out proudly is newly spun chocolate brown "Irene & Sylvia" Soay sheep wool!
Over the past weeks I have collected a bucket load of fleece from the fences and the hedges of the field and gave it to the nice lady from the Still House to do something with.
Ideally I should have had stripped the wool from the ewes themselves, but they remain remarkably skittish and difficult to catch , and so I have had to resort to scavenging to obtain even a handful of coat.
The " still house " lady turned up yesterday with a completed length of spun wool. True it was a bit rough. Admittedly it was not as silky soft as wool hand stripped from the beasts themselves, but it was my wool from my sheep! And I was absolutely thrilled with the result!
The still house lady seemed pleased at my obvious pleasure with the fact that she had worked so hard producing a bit of " Trelawnyd Craft" and promised to knit me my own woolly hat from the wool on the spot!
This little gesture of kindness really made my day yesterday.....as did the plate of homemade ( YES HOMEMADE) scotch eggs that turned up from fellow chicken geek Greta last night.
Now if I you thought I was excited at the prospect of owning my own sheep's wool hat, I must tell you that I was practically hysterically wetting myself over four homemade scotch eggs!!!!
Thank bleeding goodness I had enough weightwatchers' points to eat one!
It was divine!
Nectar of the Gods
The best thing I have tasted since I ate a bowl of cheesy chips at the Hillsborough Corner chippy after 2 bottles of white wine eight years ago!
Heaven on a plate