Dregs from my memory (card)

I wasn't kidding about the busy-ness. I could show you piles of blindingly minute print and pencils that have been duly pushed, but instead I thought I'd simply treat you to a peek at a fraction of the cashmere that has been shipped today
(in the case of this photo, the lovely folks at Yarnzilla).



And there's plenty, plenty more where that came from!

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This spring I've been here there and everywhere, it seems, and there's never enough time to sit back and reflect on it all. Not even now! But I can leave you with a little picspam courtesy of my memory card...

Barkway Street Market (in Hertfordshire last month):



...which was a treasure trove of goodies including homemade soaps and salt scrubs, organic produce, preserves and honey, and just about every herb in Culpepper's Complete Herbal:



... oh yes, and artefacts salvaged from people's personal histories. If it wasn't for the weight, I could have made off with a late 17th century iron. A snip at 30 quid! (although, really impractical, especially when I've got my beloved Eurosteam) You know what they say: one man's junk is another man's...

... antique firearm (yes, that's a firearm (hunting rifle?) for sale right there; great for dinner party small talk, I suppose, until the host loses her eye shooting it):



And of course, there were the pretty gardens...



... fenced in and surrounded by fields and fields of bright yellow rape flowers** and emerald green pastures.

Also:



And finally, the one that makes me smile the most -- my adorable goddaughter (one of them):



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** from Dictionary.com: "A European plant (Brassica napus) of the mustard family, cultivated as fodder and for its seed that yields a valuable oil."