EACH May and June on a farm at the edge of the Cotswold town of Stroud, there appears a small sea of clear, pale blue, the colour of an English summer sky. It is flax, its delicate flowers blooming on tall, slender stems amid the green and gold of neighbouring arable crops.
This half-acre patch is grown by Simon Cooper and the crop is processed in a small workshop on the banks of the River Frome at the bottom of his garden. Together with a tiny group of fellow enthusiasts, Mr Cooper is tending the first green shoots of a flax revival.
The Latin name for flax is Linum usitatissimum—most useful—and, every summer for centuries, many thousands of British acres were covered in blankets of blue. After harvesting, the stems were processed by watermills or hand-dressed in cottages and farmhouses and spinners would be busy with distaff, bobbin and wheel, producing spools of yarn to be woven into linen cloth. Its uses were manifold: coarser weaves for sailcloth when Britain ruled the waves; medium weight for bed sheets and tablecloths; and the finer stuff for clothing. A good linen shirt was a prized possession, to be left in a will for the next generation.
The Industrial Revolution took production out of the countryside and into the great northern mill towns, where flax was gradually superseded by cotton from America. Soft, fluffy balls of cotton were far easier to process than tough flax fibre and cheaper to import, due to slave labour.
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