Monday, 29 June 2009

Lincoln Embroiderers

Things have been really hectic around here just lately , everything happens at once. I don't know if it's my time management skills at fault or maybe just life. . . .

Anyway I had a great weekend away as the guest of Lincoln Bailgate Embroiderers Guild .
They made me so welcome , a lovely group, and very talented too. Have a look at the current issue of Stitch magazine, there's an article on their beautiful work based on an old manuscript.

We were making Fairy shoes, a lovely day of stitching and laughter .

Lucky Fairy who gets this pair. . . . .

They 'morphed' from this before my eyes!

Before long all these appeared.
It's great to see all the imaginative ways that these little shoes evolve.

I made sure that I had time to visit Lincoln Cathedral, what treasure there!

I just had to show a few more holiday pics.

Here's Rowan being Queen of the Castle on one of the little islands at Sandaig, Gavin Maxwell's 'Camusfearna'.

It's a magical place, quite a strange atmosphere and you can just imagine the otters playing .

The hills in the picture are on the island of Skye. Seen here wearing a fluffy, cloud hat.

Lastly, we sat one evening, watching the sun set in the north of Skye. The ridge of islands in the distance is the Outer Hebrides and sea mist rolled back and forth between.
It was so beautiful and I fell completely in love with this amazing island and it's people.

Monday, 8 June 2009

Holidays in the Highlands

We've just returned from a magical holiday in the Scottish Highlands.
Two weeks wandering and discovering this truly wonderful, wild, part of the world.
I've had so many amazing experiences,. . . . . .walking in the forest while the rain poured down, leaving our surroundings glowing with so many shades of green.
. . . . .Seeing the mist rise and curl as the sun warmed us. . . . . wandered through days on the Isle of Skye, where the clear blue sky and the earth meet and celebrate with a special kind of light,where the 'Fairies' still live

. . . . . .spent long hours at 'Camusfearna' where Gavin Maxwell lived with his otters, the land he called his 'Ring of bright water' which came from the very heart of the sea.

. . . .walked along a wooded glen where the waters of the river Croe gurgle and sing,the birch trees whisper amongst the bluebells and the Cuckoos sing all day from dawn to dusk,even the stones on the path sparkle in the sunlight.

When we got back the builders have done their work and I have a new kitchen, it's wonderful and I am so grateful. I just have to find my new washing machine and then I can start the 'big clear up'!

We came home to the news that Mike is probably going to lose his job in the next few weeks. Still a bit stunned by that news.
So for the moment I think I'll carry on dreaming of our holidays in the mountains and the glens and share a few of my pictures. . . .

On the 'Road to the Isles' from Fort William to Mallaig. The Glenfinnan monument, where Bonnie Prince Charlie gathered the clans in 1745.
Looking down from the Glen Righ forest, across Loch Linnhe to the Ardnamurchan peninsula

Loch Leven at the start of Glen Coe.

Eillean Donan Castle in Kyle of Lochalsh

Sunset over Loch Linnhe.

Just a few of my many photos , they don't do justice to the beauty, or capture the magic which is hereabouts in absolute armfulls, but they hold lovely memories.