Prague Memories

What does the name Prague conjure up in your mind?  I last visited Prague in 1996, with  60+ teenagers in tow, as part of a music centre tour of the Czech Republic when I was conductor of a wind band.  I remember the main historic sites, the Charles Bridge, and Prague...

The Wonder of Weaving

Weaving instills this incredible sense of wonder in me.  Part of it is the creation of something useful and/or beautiful out of simple thread.  Part of it is the huge variety that weaving engenders. Yet another part is the connection between peoples from all ages,...

The Kindness of Strangers

With a title like that, you would be forgiven for thinking that I am going to talk about Kate Adie, BBC reporter extraordinaire, as that’s the title of her autobiography.  That may come once I’ve read the book, but in the meantime, last weekend, I visited the Stroud...

It’s Time – Again!

As you know by now, if you’re a regular reader of my posts, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about time and how it passes at different rates depending on i) what you’re doing  ii) what stage of life you are at  iii) whether you are interested in what you are doing or...

Beginnings and Growth

I’m a person who likes beginnings; the beginning of spring, the beginnings of a book, the beginnings of a new project.  It’s because of the promise of something extraordinary hidden under the layers of a beginning.  A new challenge has unlimited possibilities.  A new...

Interaction

I am intrinsically a loner, except when I’m with other weavers.  It’s not that I’m socially inept – far from it, I hope – but that I choose whose company I wish to be in.  I can occasionally do ‘hail fellow, well met’ types of conversation, but general girly...