Fimbulmyrk

Donnerstag, 6. September 2012

Towards the Frauenberg ruin-the dreaming stones

Back to Marburg, we visited the Frauenberg ruin, a very special place for my favourite magic troll. We drove there by car and passed the Elisabeth-chalice. After some searching, we arrived at the trailhead up to the ancient castle ruin, which dates back to the 13th century BC. There were Celtic hillforts before that, and the hill has had a a vivid history. It is situated between the Amöneburg and the Dünsberg hills, all of which have had a Celtic history of settlement. No wonder "Kalle";-), my magic troll, is fond of the region!

We started the hike up the hill.

Looking down into the valleys and over rolling hills.

Kalle saw a tree*ggg*...

...the ruin.

There was an abundance of herbs and important trees growing there, hazel, hawthorne, thyme, sage, and there was a very special atmosphere in the windy air.

Those ancient places have a slow, deep, breathing atmosphere to them. There the earth itself, and the wind, and fire, and water are prominent.

Looking across an ancient Celtic kingdom long gone.

And on the pate of a really loved one!;-) Erich preferred to stay away from the stairs.

The comtessa in the wind...*ggg*.

We left with a feeling that was hard to describe. A feeling of content, but not all was content. To me, there also was a certain sadness, a grief lingering around the place... those are stones that dream.

At the foot of the hill there was this restaurant. First comes morale, then the feast;-), so we had a delicious cuppa coffee and a piece of cake. I really loved the beamwork of that café, more of a castle actually!

It was kinda strange. I cannot quite pin what I actually felt upon that ancient hill. There were deep feelings involved, but they were so deep they were removed from my scrutiny.

What remained was the impression of wind over ancient stones...

... that dream.

Felting experiment- a vest

When at Erich´s place, we had some sort of an experiment... felting a vest, that is. We took Coburgian fox sheepswool. First came a layer of newspaper, then some air foil.

Then we started to lay out the wool in one direction.

The wool laid out.

Pouring warm water over it.

Do not overdo it!

The prefelting with soap and warm water.

The backside prefelted.

Felting the front, right side.

Adding more soap water.

We felted with small rotating movements of our hands.

like this, see;-)?

We made the soap water with a piece of soap.

The right and the backside ready to be felted together. Please note the unfelted wool at the sides to be connected with the main body.

The next part.

Done...;-).

Then we put the air foil on the inside and connected the parts by felting the sides to the main body.

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...more detail work.

The magic troll, as usual, did the flimsy work... ;-)

More felting...

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Gently applying more soap water...

Then it was some arduous work, doing the actual felting. We wrapped the whole thing in air foil and rolled and punched it to and fro.

The finished product, ready for a turn in the laundry, at 60 degrees Celsius.

Rinsing away the remaining soap...

..and the bulletproof ballistic bastard of a vest after a turn in the laundry... didn´t quite turn out the way we wanted;-)... but it was a valuable learning process!

Shootin´the monster: Erich´s competition recurve bow

When at Erich´s, my would-be father-in-law;-)´s place, he showed us his competition recurve bow. Erich is German official handicapped persons master in the recurve discipline, and his skill is fearsome!

Opening the treasure trove...

Open the box... arrows, quiver, and spare parts galore. The arrows even are made from carbon fibre high tech material, but he also has some more traditional arrows. Apart from that, he would hit with a hazel stick bow and a willow arrow, too...