After the excitement of Mum’s birthday, Monday dawned with a lunch party at The Old Workshop in view. Annabel has been trying to schedule a lunch with some fellow villagers who are keen readers and it has been difficult for Nick and I to fit in. Finally, I have picked a date and Annabel has liaised with the invitees and it is all systems go. And it does go extremely well. As a group of seven we gel and our chat ranges over various topics but lingers longest on the matter of the forthcoming Referendum. Just before we disperse some books are shown and exchanged. The seeds are sown.
Later on Anne Poulet is due to arrive at Poole ferry terminal. She is coming over for the Willow Goose workshop which we have booked with Kim Creswell who lives just outside Sherborne. Whilst she is with us we take in the Sculptures by the Lake, a curry at the Rajpoot in Dorchester and spend her final evening with us eating supper with Madeleine and Andrew after our willow day. Six of us converge on Kim’s cabin and spend a rewarding day weaving a goose in white willow. It is fascinating to see how the finished article evolves gradually as, bit by bit, sticks of willow are woven around the simple structure which shapes the frame. My sister Liz has brought two of her friends along, and my guests are Anne and Andrew. At the end of the afternoon we have a gaggle of respectable geese.