It is curious to look over one's shoulder from time to time and consider how one comes to be just here and now; many of us cite a teacher and a vivid childhood experience when reflecting on the paths we choose. At my small Cotswold primary school, we spent one afternoon a week with Mrs Bannister in her own home, playing with colour and being read stories, the best day of the week. She had a floor loom that seemed enormous to me and I think she was weaving rag rugs. I never saw it in use but clearly something lodged in my soul. What a magical machine.
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