Washing Line

I am back from London now,  am busily catching up on jobs before I go to Stoke on Trent this afternoon. 
M has sorted out his t-shirts while I was away, they are off to the charity shop, or going to be woven on a loom by older forest school children. They get cut into long strips to be woven. All his t-shirts have been much loved and have special memories, I am far too sentimental a lot of the time!