Rowan Country

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We went to stay with friends on the edge of the Peaks this past weekend; the sign for Holmfirth wasn't the only thing that let me know I was in Rowan country.


I like to hope that the wool from these sheep is destined for hand knitting one day.

Comments

Rose Red said…
It's like a pilgrimmage for knitters, going to Rowan Country!
4 March 2010 at 01:26:00 GMT
DrK said…
heh, i wonder if they were testing some colours there?! what beautiful country it is too....
4 March 2010 at 02:29:00 GMT
Charity said…
SUCH a beautiful place! Thanks for sharing the photographs, they're lovely. :o)
4 March 2010 at 04:23:00 GMT
Anonymous said…
I very much doubt it, most is made in other countries these days, which is a shame.
4 March 2010 at 08:30:00 GMT
mooncalf said…
If you get ball with a big red splodge in it you'll know for sure!

I grew up in that neck of the woods and I'm sure part of my love for Rowan yarns is the tie to Yorkshire. All of the beauty with none of the cold wetness :)
4 March 2010 at 09:48:00 GMT
Linda said…
That looks like such lovely walking contryside.

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4 March 2010 at 17:57:00 GMT
Anonymous said…
oh so lovely!! Did you buy???
4 March 2010 at 19:45:00 GMT
Christine said…
your photos are beautiful, I love your blog! Want to exchange links?
5 March 2010 at 16:21:00 GMT
Littlelou said…
wow look at those hills..you really can put sheep anywhere, hardy little rascals
6 March 2010 at 19:51:00 GMT
Kyoko said…
Hi Sarah!
I love the area. I have been there just once a few years ago. It is so beautiful. There is a little rustic yarn shop in the town centre.
I totally agree. I hope their fleece will be a nice hand knitting yarn :D
x
kyoko
7 March 2010 at 01:07:00 GMT
Rachel said…
Perfect timing posting sheep with spray paint on them. The capture I just returned from wanted to be able to ID the elk better from afar for behavioral studies...and so I had to actually spray paint their number on their side. Totally offensive and morally objectionable to me (so much that I refused to take any pictures of them in that state)...yet as the technician reminded me, they do it to sheep all the time. Still. When they shed in a month or so it will be gone but for some reason, it's okay to me that sheep have paint...but not elk! :)

Beautiful country by the way...thanks for sharing!
11 March 2010 at 18:18:00 GMT
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