Bleugh

The Butternut Scarf [Ingrid at Ravelry] is now making gratifying progress. It has moved from that horrible stubby stage into something which does at least flap, if not drape. According to my Geek Knitters Spreadsheet[TM] it is now 30% complete, after four and a half pattern repeats. It’s looking beautiful and I already want to knit another one in a heavier yarn, which will not be blocked. The unblocked texture is most agreeable.

In Other News, I have spent far too much time over the last 24 hours in exploring Twitter. It may be a temporary arrangement – for now see Twitter updates in the left hand menu. Feed readers can go find the woolgathered tweets feed if they so desire. I just thought I’d try to separate the totally inconsequential from the remotely interesting. So, progress updates will be Twittered and more thought out project notes will be blogged. Let’s see how it works.

It’s pretty cold up here in Orkney and everything seems to be glazed, like a frozen prawn. It’s treacherous underfoot. The cold isn’t helping my chest any either so I am keeping my head down and hoping that Mr L will take the dog out as needed…

…while I sit here and knit with my headphones on. I am having a bit of a Runrig-fest this evening and it’s making me feel quite odd. It could be The Lurgy of course, but I think it’s the evocative nature of the music. I seem to be actually pining for my days as a disreputable single and my little riverside yuppy flat. I’m playing The Big Wheel right now and feel as though I should be soaking in my candlelit bath, chilled Chardonnay in hand, stereo turned up loud, and waiting to hear the key in the lock. Those were the days… perhaps 🙂

Recently, at the: Crooked House

Hot, hot, hot

I really am a poor blogger these days, aren’t I? Sorry. The notion that I would keep a Nature Diary here soon fell by the wayside. A pity, that. Perhaps I will try again next year, The thing is, we packed ourselves up and wandered off in the van again and when we came back we were, for various reasons, at a low ebb. Energy has been lacking and especially the mental variety. I amContinue readingHot, hot, hot

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Having chosen to live in France, I try hard to live French. I really do not want to be that Brit – the one that moans how they can’t get such-and such in France or that some-other from the UK is better… Certainly, in my humble Brit opinion, there is so much here that is better than back in Blighty. Bread and butter for one two things, for instance. However, I do have a beef:Continue readingB-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Recent movements of the: Two Snails

It’s coming…

It’s coming…

We are getting ever closer to our new van. It is supposedly 13 days away. I say “supposedly” because we have been here before and I shall not quickly forget the horrors of last year when Mr Snail had to stay near Paris for several nights after travelling up on the train at 6am and… Continue reading It’s coming…

Well, that was unexpected…

Well, that was unexpected…

I was confiding that Heidi’s days with us are numbered, we had picked out our new van and that Mr Snail was taking her to Cognac to get a PX price… Things did not go to plan. Heidi was looking gorgeous, considering her age, and we both agreed that the fact that they had asked… Continue reading Well, that was unexpected…