So we celebrated with French champagne, local salmon and too much wine.
Today's weeding was a good head clearer. I even found some tiny blackberries in the mown meadow. I was looking for a fawn but the thought of deer ticks put me off.
We went to Bellingham and I spotted:
It is a spinning, weaving and knitting store on two floors. What bliss. I was dragged off with a bundle of Corridale roving in many colours (the woman said "are you making Dr Who socks?" -- he must have lurid taste) because even they didn't have a sock yarn that will give me half inch colour changes. I will have to spin it myself.
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