Part of the Artist Camp, running a workshop on how to make books with twigs as bindings and interesting natural things on pages. It goes okay, some literary kids are good customers, one who I'm told lives in a bookshop, and another who taught me new things about books. Momentarily made me feel the future was safe after all. One attendee came to pinch the idea for her Forest Group, which pleased me mighty, because getting the ideas into the brains of small people - that books are fun objects to make - is the only antidote I can think of in this screen-world.
We didn't live on site. I took my van off to a site close by, because I couldn't bear to be hemmed in. And the pink sheep returned.
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