I’ve wanted to visit Ireland. Forever. Hasn’t happened.
Another wish, ever since I was a girl: time travel. To be able to travel back and forth in time. It is why the Outlander books were so addicting. (I’m saving the Outlander TV series that you wrote about for a summertime binge.)
Again, pretty unsatisfying, the amount of time travel I’ve managed.
Fortunately, a little movie comes along that allows me to indulge in my British Isles/time-travel fantasies by taking me to Ireland in 1978.
Please note that the sheep featured in this film do not get an easy go of it.
This is a sheep-to-yarn story, told in lilting accents and the slowest possible pace. Real life was probably eight percent faster than this film. Fleece dyed with lichen! Fixed with the juice of elder twigs! Oak twigs. Onion skins. “The early Irish loved color. Our legends and tales of long ago are full of accounts of beautifully colored clothes. Maidens with tunics of purple and green and gold.”
This short documentary makes it appear that the last two women on earth who still know how to spin wool have been located. Heartening to know, forty years later, that the spinners still spin—though I’m wondering if the sheep are still being transported in the trunks of cars.