* a memory of a childhood train journey, seeing rowan trees against the blue sky and becoming aware of the colours of August, the freedom of summer holidays nearly over...
* rowan leaves and berries picked up on a walk, a different country, a different life, the same shift of seasons
* one of two pieces of silk dyed with this year's indigo harvest to make the precious sky,
the leaves still green,
for years I've been wondering how berry like the orange-red beads are - their moment has come,
leaves sawn out of copper,
that old idea I had about the double chain
*the heart of the matter: a rediscovered joy in making things in this self-indulgent, slow way