I went back to the river today to dig up the linen I buried 2 weeks ago. I was feeling concerned that it would be a)washed away or b)torn to shreds.
Happy days! It was still there and much stained by mud, silt and stones from the river bed. Even after rinsing, the stains stayed in the fabric – as did the smell of the river! Stretching it over a recycled picture frame, the corners of the linen were fragile and tore in places. But dried out and stretched, it’s now ready to draw on – watch this space…
