Wired

Between you, me, the gatepost, the run-up to yuletide festivities, gearing up for life as a freelancer, an apparently interminable lurgy, and this head of mine – which persists, in an annoyingly pain-killer-resistant manner, in pounding away after rather a fraught week – I confess I’m feeling a bit frazzled this evening. I’m sure this state of affairs is not going to be remotely helped by the can of Diet Coke I’ve just begun, but there you are. Something’s got to keep me awake for just a little while longer and I don’t like coffee.

And before you ask, yes, it has also occurred to me that more time in front of a screen isn’t going to do my head any favours either, but I wanted to share this with you:

My first foray into wire knitting...

My first foray into wire knitting…

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‘Tis the season to be toasty…

It is a truth universally acknowledged that time flies. Especially when you’re having fun, and sometimes even when you’re not. And how, indeed, the hours and days have sped by since my last post! I simply don’t know where they’ve gone, or even how they have travelled. Crazy.

Anyway, here I am, back again, and feeling – with, I confess, some considerable smugness – the benefits of my hot water bottle (it’s cold in London today) in its lovely, new, hand-knitted cover:

Lovely, stripy cosiness. I do love a hot water bottle to snuggle up with.

Lovely, stripy cosiness. I do love a hot water bottle to snuggle up with.

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The cowl with the real X factor

There are several reasons I’m feeling rather pleased with myself this evening, as I multi-task (I’m both languishing and typing) in front of our roaring log fire on this somewhat rainy Monday. Here are two of them: 1) today, following our most recent (8-mile) hike, we topped 50 miles (we’re on 53 miles so far) as a holiday hikeage total; 2) I have finished, worn and am loving my new woolly cowl, as modelled here by my fair self, with Swanage Pier in the background:

A slightly dark and blowy day recently in Swanage. But I didn't care, wrapped up as I was in my lovely new cowl.

A slightly dark and blowy day recently in Swanage. But I didn’t care, wrapped up as I was in my lovely new cowl.

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Hats on for Autumn

The holiday knitting continues apace! In spite of all the outdoorsy stuff we’ve been up to – and there’s been quite a bit of this (after our epic hike on our first full day here, and a day on Brownsea Island, we had a day on the Studland Peninsula where, before we knew it, we’d covered ten miles) – I seem to be whizzing through my holiday projects at such speed that I’m starting to wonder whether I need to find a yarn shop fast and think with a relative degree of slightly lethargic urgency of an additional creation to work on during our lazy evenings in front of the fire. Continue reading

All buttoned up!

Cosily ensconced in our holiday cottage in Purbeck, Dorset we now finally and undeniably are and, indeed, have so been ever since late last Friday afternoon, when we arrived – having taken more than an hour to get out of London’s trafficky clutches and then completed the remainder of the journey in a relative flash – in definite need of some serious relaxation and unwinding. Two glorious weeks and this warming open fire lie before us: heaven!

Our first ever open fire!

Our first ever open fire!

You may be forgiven for thinking – given the picture above – that we have not yet stirred out of our Grade II listed Purbeck Stone quarryman’s cottage which dates back to 1772. You may be forgiven, but you’d be wrong. Continue reading