Well,after 6 months I’d better write something eh! Since the winter I have been felting in earnest and not writing anything! I am piecing together a St Ives collection, refilling stock in shops, inspired by needlefelting octopii, still sorting through raw fleeces, and trying out little guerilla felting ideas in a few places. Rain is no problem for a determined feltbomber with a flask. Wind, however, is the brother of all enemies to a light wispy angel’s breath whisper of merino.. this leads me to one of the windiest days of this spring. This was the day at the beginning of June where the winds raged and ripped new light leaves from the dancing trees. This was the day when the rain tried to stop play. This was the day that even the most rigid marquee struggles … and I’m going to run a feltmaking workshop inside one. The Holi-field farm project was kind enough to invite me to provide a workshop for their Holi-day event; a 2 day camping event for people with additional needs and their carers and families. A lovely event in a beautiful venue in Cornwall. Fields, flags, marquees and fun! Well done everyone who helps make these things happen. Well it rained and rained and howled and rained some more, but this only warmed the spirit inside even more. The main marquee was bustling with breakfasts and dogs and funny tales of tents and wetness. I was lucky to set up next to Vicky the knitting lady, armed with heaving suitcases of woolly delight and a half yarn-bombed bike. Between us we made a woolly world of colour and chaos. It was a great day of chatting, making, helping and meeting new friends. We made felt balls, bracelets, flowers and made a Holi-field banner for the farm. The wind was the wolf at the door but it was okay, nobody let him in.