Arriving for a weekend of plant dyeing, weaving and felting, the scene was perfectly set for a blissful weekend. The stone cottage, perched high on a steep embankment overlooking the river Wye, was basking in soft summer morning sun. Our group of ten, aged eight to nearly eighty was made up of experienced weavers and spinners as well as complete novices like myself and my nine year-old daughter, Frieda.
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