The monster afghan grows, and grows. We’ve achieved light green, with only dark green, a couple of blues, and purple still to go. It’s BIG.
So whilst I wiggle away with my crochet hook, allow me to present In Other News.
We’ve been out, the twinnage and I. We don’t get out as much as we should. The logistical demands of doing stuff with the
stroppy twinnage make it tricky. And the stoic spouse firmly believes in parental efficiency, ie no more than one parent should be with the kids at any one time, leaving the other parent to do useful stuff, such as fix the leaky roof and walls and floor of this crazy old brewery. But sometimes, the twinnage and I have an overwhelming urge to go and explore the quirkier corners of Oxfordshire. So today, we did. And we found quirk a’plenty.
First, in a little south Oxfordshire village, was Maharajah’s Well, an unexpected corner of the Raj in rural England. It was built/dug in 1864 as a thank you from the Maharajah of Benares to some local Oxfordshire chap who’d sunk a half-decent well in India in 1831. Set amongst your typical villagey church, and shop, and school, it’s an unexpected sight. The twinnage was enchanted by its golden elephant:-
Here’s another view from further back, photobombed by a smidgen of twinnage.
And fairly nearby, we found this, a 17th/18th century brick kiln:-
There would have been several in the village, apparently, but only this one remains.
And in between the downpours (ie not often) we’ve had the occasional evening to go and meander beside the windbreak poplars:-
I love the endless lines of them around our village. Here are some more, as I panic about the sun going down before I can persuade the twinnage home:-
I’d better stop posting and finish this
***************** afghan, hadn’t I?