My companion, Elinor Gotland, put her teacup into the sink.
"I can think of some farmers round here who'd like a flock of Ovis Musimon. That would save them the trouble of shearing, having wool sacks stuffing up the barn until the Wool Marketing Board collect them and then waiting months to be paid about £2 a fleece."
My companion brandished a well scrubbed baking tray, sprinkling me with soapy water.
I nodded. I've seen the rise myself and the thinning within the fleece is quite dramatic. In early summer, modern breeds of sheep in Wales wander about with bare patches, where clumps of their wool have got caught on brambles and broken off at the rise.
The surface of wool is covered with tiny scales that interlock closely when you twist the fibres - they hold together instead of slithering apart. Unlike smooth, straight plant fibres, locks of wool are wiggly, they have ‘crimp’. The crimp in
wool puffs up again after spinning, giving it body. Tiny spaces in
between the wiggly, twisted wool fibres trap air, making the yarn lightweight,
insulating and stretchy. It’s not a lot of good having rope or sewing thread
that is bulky and elastic, but it’s much more comfortable to wear socks and
jumpers with a bit of give in them, much warmer to wear clothes that hug your
body and still let you move freely.
By the time all the knives and forks were put back in the drawer, I was feeling quite excited.
"Just think how pleased that Mesopotamian woman must have been when she realised how quickly she could spin wool compared to plant fibres and what potential her wool yarn had for making a different kind of fabric."
"Woolly sheep probably arrived here with Bronze Age immigrants about 4,000 years ago. But their journey is an epic tale for another time. A time when this house is tidy. Get the hoover out, Beaut."
"That was a good Christmas, Beaut. Now the last visitors have gone, we can spend the weekend cleaning the house and sorting out the recycling, then start on our New Year's resolutions."
Scooping up another armful of torn wrapping paper, I discovered an open box of chocolates and helped myself.
Scooping up another armful of torn wrapping paper, I discovered an open box of chocolates and helped myself.
"This is not the time for good resolutions, Elinor. When the days grow short, it's human nature to eat, drink and be merry. I'll bet cave women just sat by their fires on long, dark evenings like these, telling stories, passing round the nibbles and doing their knitting."
Squirting washing up liquid into the running water, Elinor handed me a tea towel.
"Knitting was only invented a couple of hundred years ago and anyway, back when people lived in caves, sheep didn't grow wool. Stop eating sweets and start drying up."
I waved an empty gin bottle at her.
"Knitting was only invented a couple of hundred years ago and anyway, back when people lived in caves, sheep didn't grow wool. Stop eating sweets and start drying up."
I waved an empty gin bottle at her.
"You really expect me to believe prehistoric sheep were bald? What exactly do you think happened - once upon a time, in a country far, far away, the first
woolly lamb was born?"
My companion passed me a wet plate.
"Pretty much, yes. The country was Mesopotamia and the
time was about 6,000 years ago, which may not be perfectly exact, but archaeologists
don’t dig up many woolly jumpers for carbon dating. Judging by fragments that
have survived, and ancient statues, bones, pictures and carvings in stone, it seems likely that
farmers have been keeping sheep and goats for at least 10,000 years, only, 10,000
years ago, sheep had coats made up of mixed hairs, more like goats. Some of those ancient, wool-free types still exist, you know. All year round, Ovis Musimon looks
much like a sheep that has just been very neatly shorn."
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"I can think of some farmers round here who'd like a flock of Ovis Musimon. That would save them the trouble of shearing, having wool sacks stuffing up the barn until the Wool Marketing Board collect them and then waiting months to be paid about £2 a fleece."
My companion brandished a well scrubbed baking tray, sprinkling me with soapy water.
"And what would happen to those poor sheep out on the mountain? A fleece offers a considerable survival advantage at night, at altitude and in winter." My companion sighed. "I can't deny that today, the financial value of wool has plummeted, but prehistoric people in Mesopotamia had the sense to realise how incredibly important that first woolly lamb was to their survival, as well as their sheep." She paused to smooth a stray lock back from her face and twirled it round her hoof. "People have been
spinning for at least 26,000 years. Long before wool existed, plant fibres were being twisted together to make cord and spun into thread for weaving cloth. Six thousand years ago, somebody in Mesopotamia – probably a woman who knew all
about spinning plant fibres – looked at the wool that was shed by those odd,
fuzzy sheep and thought to herself, I could spin that."
"Wouldn't she have had to shear the fleece?"
"Most unlikely. Older breeds
of sheep alive today still grow a mixture of wool and hair, and they moult to
shed their fleece in summer. You know about ‘the rise’ - even modern breeds get a weakening of growth in their locks during late May or June. A wise farmer only rings to book the shearers when she sees the rise on her flock, because it's so much quicker and easier to clip than trying to chop through the strong growth from winter."
I nodded. I've seen the rise myself and the thinning within the fleece is quite dramatic. In early summer, modern breeds of sheep in Wales wander about with bare patches, where clumps of their wool have got caught on brambles and broken off at the rise.
"So, you're saying, back in Mesopotamia, the first woolly sheep probably moulted
all their wool in summer and some clever woman picked it up from the pastures and decided to try spinning the fibres on her spindle?"
"Seems plausible to me, Beaut. You've tried spinning flax into linen thread, didn't go well, did it? I imagine our skilled, prehistoric plant spinner would have found wool was much easier."
As I polished a bundle of damp cutlery, I gave this idea a bit of thought.
Locks of Wool and Fibres from Nettle Stems |
By the time all the knives and forks were put back in the drawer, I was feeling quite excited.
"Just think how pleased that Mesopotamian woman must have been when she realised how quickly she could spin wool compared to plant fibres and what potential her wool yarn had for making a different kind of fabric."
"Wool would have been Prehistoric high tech. Super new wool survival suits for the mountaineer. Next millenium's 'must have' tribal fashion. The ancient Mesopotamians went on to breed their wooliest sheep together and developed bigger and better flocks."
"So, how and when did wool bearing sheep get to Wales?"
Elinor pulled out the plug and watched the water drain away."Woolly sheep probably arrived here with Bronze Age immigrants about 4,000 years ago. But their journey is an epic tale for another time. A time when this house is tidy. Get the hoover out, Beaut."