17/10/2026
Last weekend at the Cowshed Workshop in Tenterden.
One of the nicest things about teaching basketmaking is seeing what happens when people settle down with a bundle of willow.
At first there's usually a little uncertainty. “How on earth am I going to make a basket out of that?” And then, slowly, they get into it. They start talking. They laugh. They concentrate and try, try again. Someone gets a bit stuck and someone else helps, if I'm already helping someone else.
All bar one perfect beginners and aren't we all so living life on auto-pilot, routinely doing our jobs. Yes, we tweak things a little, but to learn a new skill from scratch, ..... and this is like learning to write again, using your hands in different ways. You feel totally out of your depth. Yes, you! Who's always to sure of yourself. Of course it feels a little scary, but then, come 11:00 - 11:30, the coin drops and there are lots of little moments of “Oh! I see!” You're finding your rhythm.
And, before you know it, it's all over, you feel strangely elated and are holding your first finished basket!
I love that. Not just because everyone goes home with a basket. I love watching people become absorbed in something. For a few hours, there isn't much else that matters for them. Most don't even think about checking their phones. I love it when they go through the change that I went through with my first basket as well. Because it's thoroughly relaxing, in a weird way, as you're finding your equilibrium again.
Just the willow, the weaving, the conversation and connection with others and feeling grounded again and the pleasure of making something with your own hands.
That's a lovely thing to be able to share. I guess the smiles speak volumes.
And I'm very lucky and feel very grateful that I get to show people my favourite craft, only because basketmakers through the generations have found it important enough to pass on this ancient craft.🙏