Is what you hear at the auction. Leyburn Auction to be more precise. A place where farmers gather on fridays to sell or buy animals. A social outing for a lot of the men who spend most of their days on their farms, obviously, farmers live on farms, work on farms, their daily life evolves around animals and land.
The auction is alive with sound of cows and lambs and sheep, and the auctioneer calling what is being sold in the ring. A language that normal mortals don’t understand. wpid-310312AuctionLeyb-150-2012-03-31-10-56.jpg
The shoes have been polished, the sunday hat taken from the hook, the spectacle is on.
An ideal spot to watch people. It looks as if all the farmers go to one clothes store in the region. The uniform of tweed jackets and flat caps.
Funny men, eager to chat. The Yorkish farmers have a secret language, hard to understand if one is not Yorkshire born and bred.
Some of them look like the sheep they sell, the same hair do…
The farmers know what they are looking for: the best herd they can, with good carcass, good teeth, lots of lamb chops. And good lambing per cent. Tups and ewes having lots of lambs, a game of demand and delivery. It’s a good time for lambs, a lot of them go for 60 or 70 pound sterling. A good year for sheep farmers.
Exitement in the air. Some of the ewes do not want to go in the main ring to be shown, they are in unknown territory, away from their known spot in the meadow.
I can easily imagine that it does not make sense to them. Being in a holding pen. Lambs staying close to mom. They go in pairs or mini herds. Ewes are never sold without their lambs.
A good thing that lambs follow the moms, if the alpha ewe goes in the right direction, the rest will follow her.
A couple of rounds in the ring, barrebarrebarrebarre… sold and of they go. To a new meadow with a new farmer.
When the sheep and lambs are done, the auction goes on with calves. In the second ring. But that’s another story…


Mono or rainbow?

Not sure about this one… As you all know by now I am knitting a beekeeper’s quilt. Nothing wrong with that. It’s supposed to be a knit up from wool leftovers, to clear the drawer with left overs from previous knitting lives. It’s supposed to be colorful. Mine is.
I am adding some of the wonderful Koigu yarns to my quilt, ordering them from Tall Yarns, fast service, friendly. And helpful. On top of all that, the lady is Dutch. How neat is it? Really? I can write in flemish to her and she understands it? Yep. A Belgian and a Dutchie find each other on opposite sides of England.
Over the last days I managed to fill up my puff jar, and decided to stitch some together. I don’t want to wait till puffs spill out of every drawer and cupboard of the house.
Seeing them all together poured out, I come to the realization that the quilt will be extremely colorful. Wondering if I should have stuck to 2 or 3 colours instead of tossing in all I have that matches from afar.
Eyeballing… that’s my color match procedure.
Chuffed to bits when my first 7 are tied together.
Little butterflies on the backside. wpid-300312piffties-8-2012-03-29-09-54.jpg
The hexagons are tied together at the mid-, top and bottom points. Nothing is visible on the front from the quilt tie binding method. I’m amazed at how well the blocks fit, and how sturdy the blanket will be.
I think I have some 30 puffs done and tied up, 330 to go. Better get on with it… Not one step closer to a decision. Multi color or mono-ish?
What do you think? After all, if I don’t like the finished project I can always give it to someone who does like mixed colours.

Thinking path nr 2: when we move to New Mexico, bright and rainbowy will be the message…

Thinking path nr 3: mono-ish can be more classy…


Maybe I need a referendum of some sorts.