A perfect day

An indigo workshop at Walford Mill, on a glorious August afternoon.

The vat was very happy, raring to go. The girls prepared two t shirts

each, large squares of cloth, and three pillow cases.

All new to the magical process of indigo. Amazement at the first dip,

then wonderment as the cloth changed colour. The smell did not

appeal to all, lots of wrinkled noses. Blue hands, drips on arms

and legs. We talked about the Ancient Britons painting

themselves with woad.