Wensleydale again

I kind of wish I was up there in Yorkshire rather than here, processing the fleece. But the last of it is now spread out in the utility to dry and the middle batches have reached the airing cupboard where they’ve taken over the shelf that usually has my undies. It was a miserable day, I got no further than the garage and took a break to wash the kitchen floor so at least I feel I’ve done something useful.