Ballyvaughan Again

We were a week later this year but the countryside seemed to be two or three weeks ahead.

The hazel groves, festooned in previous years, were almost devoid of catkins.

 There were new flowers about that we had not seen before

 The ivy berries were huge, plump and black

 and here and there were primroses, 

 fungi

the gorse was in bloom, then gorse always is, but the blossoms were vibrant and succulent making a beautiful bright yellow contrast against the Burren limestone.

 The grass was greener than we've seen it before

 but the in the  little overgrown abandoned cottage time stands still, 

 poignantly frozen in the year the last occupant died.

 White blossoms sprang from thorny bushes

 and elsewhere there seemed to be a programme of hedge chopping of vast scale...for Ireland.

 We walked and picked up a lovely dog along the way. He walked with us for about an hour

 until further along the way we were joined by another  and they walked ahead , together.

 We discussed the possibility of returning through the wood, instead of along the road, but the dogs were ahead of us, read our body language and jumped the stile into the wood. They ran ahead and disappeared. When we reached this area of flat stones with low hazel bushes we sat down to eat our
sandwiches,

 and guess who reappeared? Both of them. 

Until we'd finished and they vanished again.

It made us laugh to think they must do this with tourists and walkers over and over again.

 On Wednesday we celebrated 25 years of my husband's work as a self employed freelance restorer.

On Thursday my friend and I visited Lisdoonvarna and The Burren Smokehouse where we bought some incredibly pricey handsmoked salmon, then on to Ennis and lunch in the Rowan Tree cafe.

 I recommend it , lively and friendly and vibrant with good food.

 I took my friend to the airport and then I drove home alone. I stopped at the Polnabroune Dolmen, a portal tomb high on the Burren limestone pavement just as the sun was setting.

In the evening  Noel Hill, the teacher of the concertina school my husband was attending, gave a concert with his daughter.

This was really why were in Ballyvaughan, County Clare. 

His music is sensitive and beautiful and his teaching by all accounts is excellent. A group of perhaps 20 from USA, Spain, UK, Sweden and other parts of Ireland attended to learn what he had to teach. I enjoyed their company in the evenings. 

 On Friday I met my own sort of people! I travelled to Le Gra craft studio in Claregalway to meet with Esther Kiely who has been a blog contact for some time. It was great to meet at last. She arranged it so that there were other textile people there for us all to have a chat.  Here she is (on the right) with     Breda MacNelis from Dublin , a facebook textile contact who had been to Ballyvaughan to deliver her work.

 We also saw the work of Margaret and Veronika  they both brought lovely pieces for us to look at. Thanks you so much for making it a great visit, and to Esther for making me so welcome with tea and cakes. Here's the rest of the shop. Its well worth a visit .

 Now for an unexpected treat. On Sunday we left Ballyvaughan early to drive to Dublin ferryport. We arrived at 1.15 for the 2.30 fast ferry and guess what? It had been cancelled. We didn't fancy sitting around at the port until the next ferry at 8.50 in the evening so we decided to visit Newgrange, a stone age site with a 5000 year old passage tomb. The chamber is amazing (no pics allowed) but I particularly liked seeing the carved kerbstones around the edges.

 At the entrance is a door and above it a window through which at the winter solstice the rising sun penetrates the tomb with a shaft of light. If you want to read more about it go HERE. Its fascinating.

 We drove back to Dublin via The Hill of Tara, but we couldn't see much.

 It was just quite good to be there at sunset

 watching the moon rise.

Enjoy the rest of the photographs.

I've come back with my head full of ideas.

This and that.

Etsy is a great place isn't it? I have had these pieces in my ETSY shop more or less since I started it. They've had a lot of comments 'faves' and treasuries and now they've gone.

Bittersweet really. They brought me in some lovely and much needed cash. (Remember we spent all our money on a dog!) but still it was quite sad to see them go.

 When I got them out to pack them, I loved them all over again. It always happens. I had forgotten what they were like. The background is silk paper I made ages ago and they have a lot of stitching on.

 They are loosely inspired by fifties decor.

 I hope the buyer likes them.
I've sold quite a number of larger pieces lately on ETSY. The feedback has been very positive.
Its a great feeling.
Now feast your eyes. I went to Hebden Bridge last week and came upon this gorgeous florists. I don't think they had a bright or stiff carnation in the place. Everywhere was subtle and natural. Just gorgeous.

The photos speak for themselves.

This is the canal in Hebden Bridge. Can you spot the Heron?

I found a good place to park which gave this lovely view of the industrial archeology.

Its a very interesting place where I meet my blog buddy Helen from 'A Time to Dance' blog. We sit and eat cake and then wander round the shops.

I didn't buy a thing, because my house is full.

I recently acquired a small cupboard I'd had my eye on for some time which I knew was going to be thrown out at church. I measured across it and had just the place for it. 

Unfortunately I didn't measure the depth...so now its in the wash-house pending relocation.

That'll teach me.

Puppy class tonight. Cant wait.

Hope Hetty behaves.

Bagged

Harris Twed bags made their appearance again last weekend to bulk out my stand at the craft fair and give a bit of rest to the eye between having to cast it over hundreds of teeny things.

I mentioned this on facebook but instead of talking about my stand I called it a 'stall'. this gave rise to a comment for a 'Ned Scrumpo' to the effect that there's nothing like a load of bags on a stall'. 

Hmm. I couldn't decide whether this was a rude comment or not but if you google 'him' and read his blog you'll see he is a fan of lavatorial humour...so I'm afraid I was very mean and deleted his comment. I mean...if you are leaving slightly dubious comments on embroiderers pages and describe yourself as a 'miserable old git' whats that all about?

However his blog is quite funny and perhaps I do take myself too seriously.

Anyway back to the bags.

This one has winged its way to a new home already. Gorgeous Blue and olive Harris tweed and lime and royal velvet are the ingredients.

The two below are available in my shop see link to the right.

 This one is a lovely mixed Tweed windowpane check and I had fun adding rust Tweed to match and a turquoise lining.

 Finally a bright eye catching pink/maroon/lilac/orange tweed. I bought this tweed in Harris itself. When I saw it I almost squealed with excitement its so lovely. I had just the exact pink velvet to add to it.

 Now do you remember this wool I received from Elizabthe Armstrong? I made green and some pink and orange felt from it.

 Then I had a little play and made a corsage from it which I kept off the blog as I sent it to Elizabeth.
She received it so I can show it now. I was quite pleased with it and so was she. I put a huge pin on the back rather like a large safety pin with a pad at the top. I might make these to order. A lot of work.

Well back to real life.

We are off to the West of Ireland in a few weeks. We asked if we could take Hetty. 

The Cottage owners said yes. 

The ferry company said yes.

My friend who is coming with me for a few days said 'Yes, do '

So when I had to take my Mum to the hospital for a physio session (she's dislocated her shoulder) I thought I'd take Hetty  with me to get her used to being in the car.

She was sick on the way there.

And sick on the way home.

I think the ferry might be a step too far.

Sigh.