Woolfest 06

 

On your marks, get set.......whoa there, where's she gone....? Or at least, I think that's what Mr India was muttering to himself as I disappeared in a cloud of fiber....he was just a tad worried. However , I do think that this was a bit of an over-reaction:- It is true to say that I hadn't slept the night before, hadn't been able to eat breakfast, had run out the door without any clothes on (actually, that's a lie, but if I 'd been wearing a skirt, I'm sure it'd've been tucked into my knickers - erm, if I'd remembered to wear any....) but arranging for an ambulance....? Having said that, it was hot as Hades, so I wouldn't have been surprised if folk had been carted out.

Sorry, what was that? What am I gibbering talking about? You don't know?? Where the heck have you been? WOOLFEST, naturally! What else would I be going on (and on) about?

Ok. Deep breath. I've just read over this post and it doesn't make a lot of sense, not even to me - and I was there. Despite my plans of calmness and serenity, I was completely overwhelmed, and that still seems to be the case. I had a great couple of days, but while I attempt to get my brain functioning again, I shall leave you with this glorious sight - and a question. What fibre is this? Answers on a postcard....or in the comments box....