Wednesday, 14 July 2010

Scalpay Dog goes Globetrotting

One of our Hebridean Harris Tweed dogs - woven by me and sewn by Martina has found its way across the Atlantic to a new home in Hampton, New Hampshire (above Boston on the map).  He certainly looks very comfortable and we see he's made a new friend - Sammy the cat - already.  Lazy days, relaxing by the pool, surrounded by trees and supping on maple syrup - what a wonderful future! 

Hands up who remembers the little ducklings hatched by one of our scatty buff orpington hens in June.  Well, here they are now.  Mum still keeps a watchful eye on them from a distance, but they definitely know they are ducks, and so does she.  She adopted another couple of chicks from a previous brood and seems to have taken to a life of domestic bliss with some enthusiasm.  

On Sunday morning we saw a Peregrine on a light pole opposite the house - too far away to take a photo, but near enough to see the characteristic zebra striping on its chest.  What an amazing bird.  There are rabbits under every stone and in every patch of bracken at the Outend (wonder if the population explosion has anything to do with the mink eradication programme?) so we hope that the selection of birds of prey visiting us will increase.

Yesterday we had our annual visit from our buyers in London who sell to the theatre/films/tv etc costume makers.  Latest news is that some our linen was used for the BBC series "Merlin". 


Joanne B Kaar said...

Well done on BBC appearances!! Tell us more.........where else has your weaving made an appearance over the years?

Janet said...

Hi Sheila - just found your blog last evening and went back to the start and read it through off and on today. Harris tweed was a popular item in our household when I was growing up. I had a lovely coat in a rusty brown and then as a young adult I bought myself a beautiful hacking jacket in soft sagey green and brown wich wore forever.
I find it fascinating to compare your way of life to the ways in our coastal communities here in Nova Scotia, Canada - still lobstering, small farming and raising sheep on offshore islands - so different and yet so similar. Am absorbing a lovely summer evening here - light until nearly ten and light again at 4:30AM.