On getting the loom home on Sunday I had it set up on the stand in a trice; checked it all over in case anything had worked loose. A pleasant evening shared between TV and the first chapters of Deborah Chandler's "Learning to Weave" and I was chomping on the bit to start. Unfortunately on Monday the day job intervenes and so Monday evening my tasks are a) build a raddle, b) measure a first warp. Well, that's what they should have been but a call from my neighbour with a computer problem blows that away. Usually his problems are minor and often require just a little software tweaking and a bit of user education but tonight it's serious - he has a weird problem that looks like a power-supply failure. Luckily I have a spare one (doesn't everybody?) and so he was sorted.
What's all this got to do with weaving? Well, talking to Don and his wife June it transpires June used to weave. What's more her teacher was none other than the great Hilary Chetwynd herself (of "The Weaver's Workbook fame - which, by coincidence, I was reading just as Don called). Turns out Hilary used to live only a few miles away in the village of Cheriton.
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