We also went to St. Ives, to visit the Barbara Hepworth Museum (she had four children. Four. And still she managed to accomplish so much. Although I have heard it said that she practiced a somewhat absent form of parenting) and the Leach Pottery, which has the most amazing shop:
Unfortunately my husband, as previously mentioned, was with me, so I couldn't actually buy all of it. However, it did lead me to the decision that this year's holiday very much had to be booked with retail opportunities in mind.
And then I read an article in World of Interiors about a tiny little company called Blodwen that makes traditional Welsh blankets - actually, it specialises in Welsh rural craft - and oh, I love Welsh blankets. We had them on our beds at school:
I've poached this image from the Hanford prospectus - it shows the glorious yellow Welsh blankets on the beds in one of the dormitories - Stuart, to be exact - we used to climb up that fireplace in the mornings when we were awake early, and bored . . . (I don't know who was responsible for the not quite matching yellow curtains. There is a chance it was my mother, who was once upon a time - but after my time - headmistress, alongside my father the headmaster and Sarah C, the other headmistress and chatelaine of Hanford, who was awarded the lifetime achievement award by the most recent of Tatler's Good Schools Guide. Let's gloss over the curtains. And let it not stand in anyone's way of sending their daughter(s) to Hanford, for it is an amazing amazing school.)
Anyway, Welsh blankets, and Blodwen:
It turns out that Liberty stock them, which is is within three miles of my house, but I'm not going to even consider buying them there. We're going to Wales, in three weeks time, so that I can justify buying them on holiday as 'local' craft.
(I might skip the socks.)
POSTSCRIPT - 19TH JULY 2013 - DON'T MAKE YOUR HUSBAND DRIVE THREE HOURS ACROSS WALES TO VISIT A SHOP THAT IS ONLY ONLINE. Seriously. We drove from Barmouth to Cardigan - MILES - to find an office on a trading estate. Blodwen is not a real shop. My husband was very nice about it. I did have to buy him chilli and chips for lunch in some faintly basic cafe in Cardigan, and couldn't invest in any vintage Portmerrion china, all in an effort to make it up to him though.