Sir, – Deirdre McQuillan’s article on Donegal tweed (“Dream weavers: Donegal tweed inspires younger talent to make new ‘music’ in cloth”, Fashion, September 16th) brought me right back to my Leaving Certificate in 1988.
That summer, I studied in an office in my father’s garage which shared a wall with a weaver for Magee in Donegal town.
The rhythm and sounds of weaving are indeed therapeutic, melodic and hypnotic and very conducive to study.
I recall the clickety-clack of the loom.
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How I’d set my clock to the day’s work of the weaver: start at 9am, tea break at 11am, lunch at 1pm, and finish at 5pm, when the van from Magee would pull up to collect the day’s labours.
Fond memories indeed. – Yours, etc,
BRÍD MILLER,
Roscommon.
