Woolfest

It was the annual pilgrimage to Cockermouth today to go to Woolfest. Sadly the cafe with the best breakfast in England had shut down so we didn't have the start to the day we had anticipated. Woolfest seemed much quieter than usual and I felt like I struggled a wee bit to find nice things but I did get this lovely warm palette that was just begging to be played with when I got home. I also have a gorgeous selection of blues and greys that will work well together. Tonight it's feet up with Freya watching Glastonbury with a wee glass or two of prosecco. Now it feels like the holidays.