OK – it is my own fault. On Saturday late afternoon I decided to do some dyeing. And when I started I just couldn’t stop. So Sunday was Not Fun – totally my own fault…
But I have a huge heap of coloured skeins drying all over the house to show for my stupidity… I dye the North Ronaldsay wool, spun on the island from the fleeces of the sheep eating seaweed round the shores. By putting two shades of grey as well as the ‘white’ in the dye pot I get three shades for each colour. The ‘white’ (more a cream) wool gives clear colours, while the greys give more muted shades.
The weather has finally turned nice this past week, and I am in tee shirts for the first time this year – I have also had 4 nights without the electric blanket, and the heating has hardly come on at all. (Up here we don’t turn off heating in summer – just let the thermostat do its job.) The evening sun on the front of the house looked so good last night I got the camera out:
The house has been completely renovated in the past 5 years, after the worst floods for 300 years…. The stonework was done by local builder Hamish Omand, using the old techniques, like lime mortar. Although the house is finished, the back wall still needs to go up, so the back garden is a mess:
The large pots are waiting until the autumn, when they will get filled with spring bulbs and shrubs – and a rowan tree to go by the back gate.