Where was I? Deep in the heart of the Essex countryside, in the Chelmer Valley (and on the Stansted flightpath) is Thaxted, a town that grew rich on three trades: thatching, cutlery and wool. And when I say rich, just look at the sumptuosuness of the buildings in this tiny market town:
the Guidhall, for instance
and Dick Turpin's house (yes, the Dick Turpin, as in "stand and deliver!"):
But best of all was the pargetting on many walls, instant knitting pattern inspiration...
and welted modular shells:
You'll probably have seen that shape in old knitted bedspreads and some of you will have seen a tiny cushion that I've made with this motif.