Rare Breeches

The forecast lingering southerly did not spoil our day. It was snowing gently at breakfast time and by the time we hit the slopes we were just in light cloud with a breeze. By the afternoon, the clouds had risen and the sun shone perfectly. I didn't need the cashmere pants under my ski pants for warmth.

But they were good for inspiration. Funny the things that float through your mind on a chair lift. 

The Guild is currently enamoured with rare breeds of sheep. There is a huge effort to get 10 rare fleeces to share with one hundred members (with another 50 on a waiting list.) We will get 100gms of each fleece. What to do with them has been hovering in the back of my mind until today, when I realised that I need rare breeches. The fleece samples will spin up to different qualities of yarn that will lend themselves to a pair of longjohns that will cling to my ankles, skim my calves, swathe my thighs, envelop my hips (especially the bit sitting on the cold chair lift) and cling to my waist to encircle my ribs securely. And weigh a kilogram or less. What a plan!