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.