Now you see it…


Now, you don’t


It’s quickstepped itself all the way to the frog pond and, O, how that hurt!

It had to be done. It was never going to fit. Having admitted that to myself I had to go about it like ripping a plaster off and thus I frogged the sock before breakfast.

Rest In Peace. The Sock is dead! Long live the sock?


I think I shall experience considerable resistance to casting on a Slippery Sock again, but we’ll see – once I have found a set of larger needles.

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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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