After much umming and aghing on my part we finally made it to Wonderwool Wales which was part of the Smallholder and Garden Festival on Saturday. I'd had this bookmarked for months but as the weather turned miserable recently I started having second thoughts about going. The original plan had been to go for the weekend and camp as the show was in a lovely part of Wales that we'd never been too.
The weather forecast was for cold and rain so that put the kybosh on plans and then we decided on Friday evening that Tom and I would go for the day and the children would stay at home with their young babysitter friend. That was at 7pm. Then Amber appears at 10pm and tells me that her period has started and that she doesn't want to stay at home and go swimming and that she'll come with us. So in the morning Rohan decides that he might as well come too but Raj wants to stay at home but not on his own! Do you do this - best laid plans going completely awry?
In the end - we all went and we had a great day despite the torrential downpour that ocurred every hour or so. It really was a great event. There was a huge hall full of horticultural things where there was this lovely display of vegetables by some seed company or other:
There was a farmer's market; an auction for agricultural equipment; workshops and talks; sheep shearing, poultry for sale, pigs, goats and alpacas on show:
Sheep waiting to go in for prizes - some of them a bit too tired after all that tweaking and haircutting:
and then we finally got into the Wonderwool Wales tent and I was away. There were people showing their sheep breeds and some selling fibre. We just loved this Leicester Longwool:
and there was a French lady promoting sheep from different parts of Europe which was very interesting. Most I'd never heard of except for the merino which originated in Spain apparantly:
There were knitting and felting workshops and many others. Lots of stalls selling lots of stuff and I was incredibly restrained. I only bought two lots of plant dye - rhubarb root and madder.
On the way back we drove through Crickhowell which is a very pretty place:
I think next year we will definately go for the weekend. There was plenty to do and we could easily have stayed longer than the four hours that we were there - infact we missed quite a few things. I thoroughly recommend it and maybe next year we could have a 'bloggers meet up' there. What do you think, you UK bloggers? Go and check out the link at the top of the post to see if you fancy it. I guess we could have a blogger's meet, a group for their frazzled husbands and maybe one for offspring of bloggers too! Husband 1 to Husband 2 - "so what's your wife's blog called then?" Child 1 to Child 2 "have you noticed that your Mum has less time to play now that she has a blog?" Could be fun.........
So apart from driving across country for hours I spent the weekend washing more sodding fleece to dye. I say this with a tone of voice because the two fleece that I got recently have been SO dirty. I've had to soak them for a week, wash them over ten times in the bath and I even resorted to a cold wash in the washing machine. Finally, on Sunday afternoon I had a pretty clean fleece. Gosh, if I had to charge money for all the time I spent washing, dyeing, carding, packaging and posting - my fibre would probably sell for £20 a bag. Still, my bathroom was sparkling by the end of all that washing as I kept on my marigolds in between running out dirty bathwater and scrubbed the loo, wash basin, skirting, tiles and carpet. That's that job done for six months or so.
Yesterday morning I made an owl:
He's gone a bit round and fat and looks more like Benny the Ball in Topcat:
Here he is next to one of the smaller ones so you can see how big he is:
* if you click on the link it should take you straight to a clip of Topcat on YouTube.