My very first attempt at quilting was, like that of so many girls in England, with hand-stitched hexagons on templates made from cereal boxes. And, like so many of those girls in England, I never got further than the smallest honeycomb of hexagons before abandoning the project in a fit of pique and annoyance with its seriously slow progression. (I tried again a few years ago, and encountered exactly the same resistance to hand-made hexagon quilts - clearly age is not mellowing me.)
So when I see a really beautiful hexagon quilt like the one above that belongs to a friend, I can only admire the patience, the skill, the dedication and, in this case, the great choice of fabrics...
...and the back which looks like a fabulous pair of old-fashioned frilly knickers.
So there we are. A week of English beauty. What next, I wonder?