Late at night, when all is quiet, I have been spinning up a fluffy, lanolin-smelling storm.
My bag of fleece: a heavenly Finn fleece from Fairfield Finns.
The basket of staples: bits of the fleece all mixed up to blend any colour variations.
The box of prepared fibre: flicked and laid root to tip ready for spinning.
The basket of waste: all the flicked bits, I don’t end up spinning with.