jeudi 17 mai 2007

Irish Gold*

Now this might not seem like a lot, but in this part of the world a bit of bacon is a very hard thing to come by. Courtesy of my Irish visitors here is some genuine Irish Gold! Yum I am drooling at the thought of a bacon sarny. Now to the visitors; what wonderful lovely people and it was so nice to meet a couple of great people who really wanted to meet and greet some real Ouessants.
Gary and Dumpling lead the meet and greet session ( always ready with a warm welcome) and of course the adorable little Beau who is turning into a little devil ( literally!) The girls are always a bit shy around strangers but the little tribe of lambs were like cats prancing and dancing around. Jo was very helpful and we madly agreed to shear a sheep. Twiglet got nominated, (greediest sheep) so Jo went away with a freshly shorn genuine Ouessant fleece. I have promised her Muguettes when she is shorn as there is a definate difference in the fleece and it will be interesting to hear Jo's thoughts and also a comparison of the two.
My shearing technique is I think fairly unique but I hope the end result is still a good useable fleece and a tidy shorn sheep; Jo's blog is always a good read and I've just noticed the pics are up!! wow I LOVE them. Celtic memory yarns
more later when I've had a chance to check out the photos Pria looks just FAB and gary soo handsome!

The Ouessant Sheep originates from the island of Ouessant, part of a tiny archipelago just off the north coast of Finistere, Brittany. The island of terror as it was known to some, was swept by the full force of the atlantic’s weather, the hardy sheep adapted to survive on poor grazing from salty clifftop meadows. It was the women of the island that raised the sheep, renowned for their black wool to weave into cloth known locally as berlinge and their meat with its sweet and delicate taste.

La race "Mouton d'Ouessant" est originaire de l’île d’’Ouessant qui fait parti d’un petit archipel au large du Finistère, Bretagne. L’île de l'épouvante comme c'était connu par certains était balayé par les intempéries de l’atlantique, ces moutons rustiques s'adaptaient à survivre sur les pâturages pauvres des falaises salées. C’était les femmes de l’île qui élevaient les moutons réputés pour leur laine noire à tisser « la berlinge » une étoffe régionale et leur viande avec un goût doux et délicat.

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