The Weaver

I arrived in the Outer Hebrides two weeks after a terrible storm, in January 2015. I had transported my whole world 600 miles north to become a Harris Tweed weaver.  


Yarn, in various forms had been a constant thread throughout my life, collecting scraps of fabric as small child, learning to knit from my Grandmother at the age of four and creating outrageous outfits as a teenager, before gaining a place at Camberwell School of Art to study Woven Textiles and Printmaking. The year before I moved to the Outer Hebrides my Father mentioned quite by chance that my Grandmother had been a Silk Weaver in Paisley! Could I have inherited her genes, or was she passing on to me more than knitting skills at the age of four?

I passed my Harris Tweed weaver's test and gained my weaver number, within three weeks of arriving on the Island and I began weaving for one of the mills, on the double width loom, that i had bought with the house. My target was to become an independent Harris Tweed weaver within two years. It was in fact, only eighteen months before I had bought my first Hattersley loom. My very kind neighbours, who had been weaving most of their lives, helped me assemble 'Agnes' and they have become my friends and mentors.


Inspiration for new tweeds arrive daily, as I walk along the beaches with my lovely dog, Meg. I gaze out over huge skies and seas, marvel at the beauty of the rocks and pebbles lying on the sand. The cliffs, with their undulating Strata, Shells, lichen, flora and fauna. Looking out to Sea from my loomshed, beyond the crofts, the sea and the sky are constantly changing with the seasons and the weather and the light....the patterns in nature are all around me!


Everything is fresh and new each day and sometimes hour to hour and so my Adabrock Harris Tweed, is also, fresh and contemporary too!