Hermit, needle felter and artist writing from a cottage in rural Shropshire. Blogging since 2005.
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20.11.07
Studio carnage
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It is a cold, damp and dark November night. The village smells of mist and woodsmoke. The woodburner has been going all day, although it doe...
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