I wanna live with a cinnamon bear

I wanna live with a cinnamon bear. It’s the lyric Neil Young almost wrote when he – accidentally, I’m sure – penned ‘girl’ instead of ‘bear’. No doubt Uncle Neil is sitting on an amp somewhere, right now, mulling on what might have been. Meanwhile, in North London, let me introduce Cinnamon Bear his very good self:

In this photo, Cinnamon Bear's left foot looks slightly cloven. Should I be worried, I wonder? I expect it's just his devilish charm.

In this photo, Cinnamon Bear’s left foot looks slightly cloven. Should I be worried, I wonder? I expect it’s just his devilish charm.

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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