Thursday, 3 September 2015

1369 : Wool On The Drizzled Breeze


I grew up with wool. My childhood was spent in the West Riding of Yorkshire when the wooden industry still survived. Wool clung to the barbed wire on the moors. Wool spilled out of sacks stacked outside stone mills. Wool fibres floated on the drizzled breeze. Now they are a museum exhibit.

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