Hardly time to write - been out on jobs all day and only just got in at 11 pm - but wanted to alert you to the fact that I've run the elusive John Cahill of Muckross to earth - well to mobile phone actually - and he's taking me to that secret location tomorrow, where all the discarded and remaindered yarns, the cones of which not enough remain to make a new weaving run worth it, the new ideas which didn't work in the commercial market, the dye experiments...
'Oh, um, I'm in Waterford at the moment,' he said vaguely, 'trying to source a good linen for a new line we're trying. I'm away Wednesday - but I could meet you around 10 tomorrow if you liked...' He's lucky he was at the end of a mobile and not right there next to me or I'd have jumped him.
10 am I have to be in Killarney, to meet him. Yes, I'm emptying out the car, dropping the seats, even getting rid of the usual paraphernalia that travels everywhere. Now this just might turn out to be a bit of a disappointment but somehow I don't think so.
I promise, I will think of you all. I will try to imagine what each and every one of you would grab the second you saw it. Bright variegated dyes, buttery soft alpacas, gossamer fine mohairs - I don't know what's there but boy will I make good use of the hour or so I get! DH is heroically coming along to keep John busy and happy with chat about this and that so I can get as much time as possible.
Will post tomorrow evening with pictures, promise, and if I get anything for which you yearn, just let me know and we can work out a lucky bag exchange.
(Gosh, this is setting myself up for an even worse disappointment than Bantry Show, isn't it? I might well be reporting in tomorrow evening with a gloomy expression and a shortage of cheerful sentences. But heck, a whole shed, packed with yarn going for a song - yarn that nobody else knows about? It has to be special!)