Autumn has definitely sneaked into our quiet little corner of Oxfordshire. And in its sneaky sneaking, it's brought a very familiar damp chill to our old house, as well as rich new colours to our surroundings, and some birthdays to be celebrated (not mine - I'm plenty old enough already and don't feel the slightest need to advance any further). Birthdays bring visiting relatives and peaceful times around the log fire. This time it brought a happy new novelty, too: companionably knitting with Continue Reading
Knitting Arne and Carlos
Oops, that was an especially ginormous gap. I have been here, at the brewery. And sometimes I've been knitting, but also I've been painting the living room (photies soon) and doing all sorts of other bits and pieces that sadly didn't involve yarn, such as doing final final edits on my MPhil in novel-writing degree coursework at three in the morning, and trying to remove rampant ivy (so dense that birds are nesting in it) from our tower, and digging the allotment, and seeing lots of patients Continue Reading