To chew my way through all that dyed fleece and open up the fibres I am using my swing picker.
As with any machine, I fiddle endlessly with the settings, but for the moment it’s picking like a good’un.
They are advantages to machinery. My son came in and is fascinated with the picker, so I can carry on carding whilst he does the picking!
I can’t believe how cloud soft the Dorset fleece I’m carding is after just a brief finger pick. You’d never have thought it would be like this if you’d seen the fleece before it was scoured!