Snuggled up on Witchmountain with the kitchen full of the scent of freshly baked bread and cheese scones, I’m being kept warm by memories of a magical weekend in Borrowdale. My photographs aren’t so great, which I think is proof that I was too busy BEING there to stop and take pictures (also the batteries went!). The yurt at Seatoller was as lovely as I’d hoped, with solar powered fairy lights and a tiny wood burning stove.On Thursday we had the whole campsite to ourselves which felt unbelievably romantic;the moonlight on the mountains making it all look like a victorian engraving or a Turner painting.
We had some adventures…looking for, and failing to find, Millican Dalton’s cave on Castle Crag and taking an “unrecommended” route down from Melbreak. I could have stayed forever but at the same time I was looking forward to coming back and trying to use some of the inspiration I had found while walking through a soaking wet and eerie Whinlatter forest. I wanted to try and translate the rich textures of moss, rock and foliage into stitch, as well as adapting some of the Wainwright drawings to use as motifs and “buttons”.
I have so many ideas but can’t help feeling a bit self indulgent when I’m working on something that isn’t necessarily sellable…and embroidery is so slow.If I call it “Art” can I justify spending time thinking about it when I ought really to be finding a way to pay the bills? So much to do and so little time! For this reason I’m going to stop writing now and get on with making things.