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

Bare Naked

Bare Naked

We are home again, after a month-long trip away. A trip during which I completely failed to get my laptop out. It was good to come home. We were driving along, close to Le Dorat at the time, when I felt that “aren’t we fortunate to live in such a lovely part of France” feeling washing over me. I had a sudden urge to invite all my friends to come and stay and to shareContinue readingBare Naked

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 22, 2020 at 01:21PM

Ah, the windy highway. The last time we came down here our awning blew open… Thankfully it’s not even close to being that windy today. Phew. Not so good now that the tolls have been removed and there are HGVs to contend with. A bit macho, your Spanish lorry driver.. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

October 22, 2020 at 12:22PM

Rather a different day today but still warm, with 24 degrees expected by the time that we reach Ribamar. Those Happy Hour beers will be tempting. Shopped this morning before leaving, to find the Christmas Turron had arrived overnight. I confess; we spent an inordinate amount on Turron and chocolate. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020