Since my sister got me into knitting, I have become a bit obsessed. As I have said previously, it is the perfect meditation after a busy, stressful day at work, and since my knitting has improved with practice I am really enjoying trying out new techniques. My recent projects include my orange cowl, which is very lovely and soft, and was quite a time-consuming project. It is essentially a big rectangle, which you knit from the wide edge, so each row was over 200 stitches! At the beginning, it took me 15 minutes to knit a row, and by the end I was down to around 10 minutes.
For my last birthday, Lizzie got me the wool and pattern to knit my own pink cashmere bed socks, and they were my first introduction to cabling. When I look at them now I can see the unevenness as I struggled to find the right way to hold the wool, and keep the tension even (I knitted them before the cowl) but I am still proud of my first proper knitting project.
The wool for my cowl was so gorgeous I bought some in a different colour just on a whim, and then decided to make wrist-warmers with it, to keep my hands and wrists warm while I knit (how very circular). I have just finished them and am very pleased. Next project!
I love snow. Why I live in the southwest of England, given this, is a bit of a mystery. Although, as I have frequently documented on this blog, the southwest has many other redeeming features which may make up for the lack of frequent snow.
Two weeks ago, though, there was proper snow. The sort you have to shovel. We were away for some of it (see previous post) but when we got home on the Sunday there was shovelling, snowball-throwing, and hot cocoa-making. I took a few photos but as it was cloudy, things weren’t as sparkly white as I would have liked. Still- snow!! (It’s now a distant memory, sadly…)
For my Christmas present, Mark arranged for us to take a long weekend trip down to Dartmoor, to stay in a manor house hotel near the moors and luxuriate in good food, lovely surroundings, and quiet winter walks. The trip was absolutely wonderful and coincided with snow, which made everything a bit more magical. We woke up on Friday to a dusting of snow, which was more pronounced on the top of the moors. A snowy walk around a reservoir worked up our appetites for afternoon tea and cake. The following day we went to visit Tintagel, the mythical birthplace of King Arthur. As it was winter, the shops selling tacky plastic swords were mercifully shut, and some wild and windy weather made the castle ruins very atmospheric. In fact, I don’t think they often get weather other than ‘wild and windy’, given the castle’s position right on the edge of the west coast, jutting out into the sea.
Frost in the sunshine is one of my favourite winter things. I feel so lucky to live in the countryside and have the possibility of waking up to sleepy hillsides with mist rising and frost on the fields twinkling in the sunshine. It has been warm-ish and soggy the past few weeks, not proper winter at all, but this weekend we are due for a frost and I cannot wait to wake up and go for an early-morning scrunch across the fields. (Just IMAGINE how excited I will be if it snows, which I am sure it will not, but maybemaybemaybe it will!)
I took these photos a few weeks ago, during the last cold spell. Fingers crossed for similar scenes tomorrow.
I have been doing lots of knitting recently. It is calming and meditative, a counterpoint to a busy day spent in front of a screen and piles of paper, speaking to people and reading and writing. I love the feeling of the wool in my hands, and watching progress being made (sometimes veeerrry slowly, sometimes surprisingly quickly!)
One recent project was a little hat for a newborn, which I will shortly send to my colleague who has just had a little baby boy. It has a bit of lace in it, which might be slightly ‘girly’, but I’m sure we don’t need to be so gender-prescriptive at this stage (or indeed at any stage).
The pattern is here: the story of a hat. I used Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino, a lovely soft washable wool blend. I might scale it up and knit it for myself…
Christmas has come and gone, and it’s a new year. We went for a walk along the top of the Mendips in between downpours the other day, and found a new route. Now if we can just live here and explore for the next 20 years, we might have as many walking routes as my uncle Tim has in North Yorkshire!
We found a crumbling stone barn, a field of sheep, and lots of puddles.
This sheep was remarkably clean, considering the weather we’ve had.
Mark patiently waiting for me to finish taking photos…