Hello, my Fine Fibrous Friends. I hope you’re reading this somewhere warm and cosy, because outside has been relentlessly soggy and grey and cold around here lately.
Also, it’s the time of year when we Brits traditionally exchange comments about how we canNOT belIEVE it’s DARK so EARLY. For reference if you’re reading this in North America, even here in the south of England we’re on a latitude with southern Canada, so winter vs. summer daylight differs a lot.
But actually, there are touches of colour in the garden if you hunt for them. And there’s a small but steady trickle of vegetables coming in from the garden. I’ve planted out broad beans and overwintering peas, plus garlic, onions and shallots, all ready for next year. Going outside to forage for dinner never gets dull.
Indoors, the fire is cosy and the Christmas tree is up.
It’s going to be a weird Christmas without our usual houseful of guests, but we daren’t risk letting anyone over the threshold here at Twisted Towers right now because some of our relatives are – how to phrase this tactfully? – no longer in the first flush of youth.
For local-ish family, we might just meet briefly in a park and hurl greetings and gifts at each other from a safe distance. (Note to self: do not purchase glassware or large geological samples as gifts for any of these people.)
Also, I’ve had a birthday, but in these covidy times, I “celebrated” by going for a solitary ten mile run.
So I’ve reached the age of 48. Doubtless you’ve already noticed the increased wisdom and maturity in this blog post, compared with my juvenile ramblings as a mere 47-year-old. So in future, please expect more posts on sensible matters like pension provision and how to floss, with fewer posts about how I fell out of a tree during a run.
Of course there’s been knitting, too. I’ve nearly finished the jumper that I’m making for the Stoic Spouse. And because I’m conscious that most of my design work has been going into the book rather than being available here, I’ve designed a new cowl for you, which I’m just knitting up. I’m very cautiously showing you only a portion of it here, because it has a twist. Not an actual twist because it’s not a Mobius cowl, but there’s a rather important element of the design that I’m carefully not revealing until I’m ready to share the finished pattern with you.
The yarn is the full twelve-shade spectrum of Stylecraft’s ‘Highland Heathers’. Love this colour palette. Disclosure: I did not pay for this yarn. (Just for further clarity, no I didn’t steal it, either. Stylecraft kindly sent it to me for free.)
Later today, the cowl-in-progress will be taking a short trip to hospital whilst I begin radiotherapy treatment sessions. The whole cancer thingummy is going well, by the way. After some deliberation, they decided I didn’t need chemotherapy, so now that the surgery is done, it’s ‘just’ radiotherapy, ten years of hormone treatment, and further surgery to even things up.
I’ve been running and running and running, partly because running has held me together in mind and body this year, and partly because I’m doing a 1083-mile race (yes you did read that number right) for charity. More on that in a future post – to be written with great maturity and wisdom, of course, just as you’d expect from a proper grown-up 48-year-old.