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During the late autumn and early winter of 2011 I journeyed by plane – (overcoming at last my longstanding fear of flying!) – to land upon Orkney’s remote and open landscape: rusts, pinks, oranges, strong greens, and at the end of every view, the ever-changing sea. Sheepskins, hand-made felt, wools of every texture and hue: I was beguiled and drawn-in. There was an atmosphere of calm and peacefulness.










