Everyone reckons I bought fleece. Well I didn't. But I have more fleece.
Just over a kilo of raw Polwarth fleece from Wendy Dennis.
See how many colours I got? There's at least 8 different ones, but I think I missed getting a pic of the silvery one.
Here's a closeup of the crimp of one of the whites:
My kncukle is about an inch long, so you do the maths.
It (the fleece, not my knuckle) came free with something else I bought. Can you guess what?
For those of you up in the snowy, icy or otherwise cold parts of the northern hemisphere, I give you pictures from my garden, taken yesterday.
The first tomatoes. I admit this little cherry tomato bush had unripe little tomatoes before I bought it but I've never had tomatoes ripen before Christmas. Last summer the things didn't ripen at all.
One of my very favourite roses. Mary Rose has survived a LOT of neglect, starting with
a)an exhousemate who ripped her from the ground most cruelly ('but I asked Nathan,' said ex-housemate, and he said "whatever Lynne says."' Like as if it was Nathan's plant to deal with and as if it was pS's choice to make after I had flatly said "I do not want *MY* rose moved!") and
b) a husband who thought she is in a big pot and should get enough rain when stuck under a large (supposedly miniature) maple.
Strawberries in progress. The first ones are running a bit late I feel.
Very shortly my garden will be quite different.
Another final clue for what I bought. The inside of the bag. No it isn't a sheep cover, or a fleece cover. :-)
Any more guesses? If you guess truly I'll post more pics from the trip to Wendy's place. She has a magnificent homestead - comes from marrying into the family of an 1860s wool baron.