Updated: Mar 9
This morning I decided it was best to take a break from editing catalogue images... and spend a bit of time up 'the hill' with my family. I now sit here with a few blackberry snags and gorse prickles in my skin.. a few fingertips rubbed a little bit raw.. and a smile on my face.
One place that has always been very special to me... is a big hill which is situated behind where we live. Long before kids I could be found most days walking or running up on the trails with Lucy Dog. Early motherhood found me packing one and then both up to the top for picnics before trundling home for nap time... (me included!)
It is a few years ago now when (our youngest) was born. He came into the world with his own special set of complications that limited what we were able to do as a family for that first year. We were signed into 'the system', and reliant on the words of specialists and the amazing staff who keep the hospitals 'hospital-ing'. Most of my time was spent in quarantine with our son at home, or when in hospital I would be in his room on the ward. My husband did his best to make sure our oldest did not miss out on having adventures and getting to do things through that first year. As challenging as it was - or even could have been, we were (and still are) very lucky to have had such a good experience through it all.
On one of the many adventures had by Daughter and Dad.... they found a 'new' way to get up the hill. Partly a worn animal track, and part of an old benched track which had become underused and heavily overgrown. This track is not for the unsure footed. It is steep in places. In the wet it is not very nice...and their are deciduous trees at just the right height they will poke you in the eye if you are not being attentive to where you are going. The nice part is... it follows a ridge with really stunning uninterrupted views (mostly due to its steepness). We ended up naming this ridge after Daughter. She was really delighted, and it made every trip up that way more of an adventure and a treat at the same time.
Today we finally bagged up a few sets of loppers and a hand saw and made it our family mission to clear back a few of the monster sized gorse bushes and blackberry vines. It was such a nice way to take in the morning sun. Everyone doing their bit. We did not manage to clear the entire track, but definitely made a good start.
It was not my intention to take notes for another product testing review. But, to be honest, it is not often that I am not wearing one of my prototype sample shirts when out having adventures because I like them so much. It was cold enough this morning I was not sure I would be taking off my outer jacket, I had not considered the possibilities of getting snarled by blackberry and snagging the fabric to bits ...which is the source of today's testing review. I managed to get snarled around the inside of my right arm high enough I only had one hand to pull myself free. There was no option to pick myself free, I was crouched on my knees in a tunnel of dried up gorse cutting it at its base with a hand saw. Much to my surprise I ripped free with no holes! I was thinking I would at least have a few large snags, but found only one small thread had pulled free. I have ruined more than one polyester running shirts having taken less effort to pull myself free from similar snags in my life. It was a rather pleased sigh of relief that ...once again ...my shirt is still fit to wear to the shops, not yet retired to being the 'just in the garden - or hitting the trails' garment.
I am not suggesting this is the best treatment for you merino by any means!! But I do believe it is worth sharing to add to my story. NuYarn Merino is not like any other merino I have worn before. I have put my prototype shirts to the test simply by wearing them regardless the conditions, regardless the task with the intention of keeping you informed.