Which is where I saw them when I went to buy some for an autumn display in our village. There was something magical and enchanting about the barn, surrounded by fields and ponds and wild flowers. Felicity's workshop next door is full of rushes in various stages of production - matting, hats, chair seats, log baskets and, hanging from the ceiling, rope upon rope of rush plaits. And the aroma! Love at first sniff, for me.
So I was overjoyed when I discovered that Felicity offered workshops and got myself (and Richard) signed up pronto. I had done a bit of table-mat and waste-paper-basket making with rushes years ago at a local evening class, so I thought I had a fair idea of what I was letting myself in for. I have to say that although we had a weekend of fun and laughter, fantastic lunches and mountains of home-made cake, Felicity stands for no nonsense. I was actually made to go and work on my own in a corner by Sunday afternoon because I was offering Richard some much-needed guidance about the construction of his basket. In a "look, that's not how you do it, give it here" kind of way.
Felicity's instruction was patient and painstaking and everyone was guided kindly through their chosen projects. One of the most abiding memories is Felicity's adherence to the highest of standards - nothing leaves her workshop to be sold unless she is completely and utterly satisfied that it could not be done any better. She has such an understanding that things must be good value, whatever their price.
I ought to make it clear that the photos are of the things I made during the workshop - not Felicity's own work!
See you again soon!