Her mother’s daughter

I love this, though I gather it was not universally popular.

I’ve been catching up on Celtic Connections on the BBC while I have been knitting on my shawl today. (Chart 7 is now set.)

All I can say is that Eliza is morphing into her own mother.  She’s clearly not the slip of a girl that I still thought she was 🙂

Congratulations to her – I heard on the radio yesterday that she was picking up her MBE. There can’t be many families where each of Mother, Father and Daughter all have their own gong.

Maybe next year will be the year that I get to attend Celtic Connections. We could take Brunhilde.

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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

Oh, deer

Oh, deer

Nell and I had a lovely walk this morning. The weather has cooled considerably and there was a very pleasant breeze. We both made better time than of late. … Continue readingOh, deer

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One Comment

  1. spinninggill
    February 1, 2015
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    There’s Woolfest to think of first! 😉

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