Romany Roots

One advantage of being too unwell to move around, is time to sit and reflect. I looked over some images I had taken at the Museum of Kent Life a while ago and remembered I had taken some images of myself reflected in a display telling the story of the hop-pickers who worked on the farms. My grandmother, a Romany, would have worked alongside the Eastenders who came to work and to have a little sunshine in the late Summer.

Had a lovelyy afternoon with my friend Anne, stitching, whilst we welcomed people to our afternoon viewing of Cuttings. in Tunbridge Wells. If I am fit enough, hope to catch up with a few friends and see the David Hockney in the next month.

Oh, and I managed to get on with a lot of hand-stitching and finished some pieces for the exhibition at the Knitting and Stitching Show and Festival of Quilts.