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DRIVEN TO STITCH
DRIVEN TO STITCH
Patchwork
I stood on the lip of the Grand Canyon in the baking Arizona sun and admired the fierce light on the amazing rock formations - and completely missed the storm that was roaring up the valley behind me! In seconds I was
The first westerner to see the hoodoos of Bryce Canyon is reputed to have looked at the tall pillars of terracotta, pink and white limestone and said: ’Hell of a place to lose a cow!’
Here I did my only below the rim trail in the canyons of the American South West and I was equally awestruck. It was hot, steep and dusty, and my entry in the Visitors’ Book read: ’Overweight, over 50, but I did it!’
drenched to the skin and hanging on to a passing tourist from Munich to resist the gale force winds - all the available trees being fully occupied! The terracottas and creams were replaced with greys and mauves as the storm passed over, and then the sun came out again and for a few brief minutes the rocks gleamed and streamed with water until it was all dried away.
I knew then that one day I would interpret the canyon in all three moods in fabric.