Angie is a Textile Artist from Ledbury in Herefordshire, where she has her studio Ledbury Artplace.
There are so many 'Art, Craft, Embroidery etc.' books on the market, sadly not all of them are worth the money, so I was really pleased that I bought this book.
It's beautifully produced, colourful and the step by step instructions are very good.
Angie's writing is full of her enthusiasm and humour . I can't wait to try the mixed media projects and have a thoroughly good play.
Now for something completely different. . .
Last weekend we visited the Rococo Gardens at Painswick . I've been waiting for the chance to go for ages as it's one of the few gardens where dogs are welcome, so Rowan was very excited.
On the way in we were greeted by Pan.
Just around the corner there was a display of some of the fruit from the garden .
These beauties are Black Worcester Pears. (They're big, about the size of three average sized Conference pears.)
I went to school in Worcester and the city's coat of arms has three black pears on it. Something I hadn't given much thought to, but I had heard that the city council have fenced off the last two remaining Black Pear trees as the fruit is so heavy they thought a member of the public might get injured if some fruit fell on someones' head. . . .. . hmmm.
We saw some old types of apple. There was one called Coeur de Beouf, which the volunteer gardener lovingly polished for me to photograph. This type of apple has been around since the 13th. century (not these particular ones!) , how do they know I wonder?
The 17th century gardens have been restored in recent years . Very romantic.
I'm sure that there has to be inspiration for embroidery , somewhere in the next picture . I loved the reflection in the pond. 5 seconds later Rowan fell in and came out very smelly.
I love the rare, sunny autumn days and I hope the dry weather will last beacause we're going to spend a few days on Exmoor.
The moors are beautiful at this time of year and I'm looking forward to a long walk, followed by a meal in the village pub. What more could a girl want. . .