As is so often the case on a Sunday evening here at The Barn, we were busily crafting, sitting at the table, engrossed, this time, in making burlap roses. But of course, whatever is going on at the table, there is always some knitting lying around, just waiting for busy hands to pick it up again.
So maybe Ailbe thought he could help. Sadly, his settery paws aren’t built for fine fibre work, especially when they’re tired, having spent the day carrying him for miles and miles and miles and miles along the beach at Sutton on Sea.
Ailbe got himself into a bit of a pickle with the wool – something of a cat’s cradle, you might say. He knows he’s not really supposed to ‘play’ with mummy’s knitting. He also knows that a lot of wriggling around will usually tend to make things worse. His tactic on this occasion was to lie quite still until somebody noticed that he needed unravelling!