Since our big move northwards to Lincolnshire from Kent we’ve been gradually adjusting to a new way of life. The house needs lots of work, but is beginning to feel like home, particularly as we had lots of space for the children and their partners to come home for Christmas. I always dread the post-Christmas blues and that awful empty-nest feeling when everyone has left and the decorations have to come down. But this year is different. On 30 November we brought home Ailbe, our rescue Irish red and white Setter. He was skinny and shy, with a poorly leg, but how he has blossomed already.
On twelfth night, with a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye I was busy unwinding the fairy lights from the stairs, thinking back on all the laughs we had over the Christmas holidays and wondering when next we would all be together again, when I looked down into the hall and saw this gorgeous face ‘smiling’ up at me.
With Ailbe, every day is a happy day. I just need to teach him to respect my knitting!
Moving to Lincolnshire has meant that I can keep a closer eye on Dad, and also that I have the perfect excuse to spend lots more time with the very beautiful Mary. She is beginning to show a much greater interest in my stitching and yesterday, quite spectacularly, ran away with my knitting, leaving an entire ball of wool unravelled in her wake. As a retired greyhound, Mary is still very fast on her feet and Dad was quite shocked to see yards and yards of green wool passing before his eyes on its way out to the lawn. Thankfully, the wool was rescued and has now been knitted up, sorry, Mary, into a little green kitten.
Mary relaxes after an energetic afternoon’s ‘knitting’
I needed a project that was easy to carry around as we travelled this summer. We started off in Lincolnshire with my Dad, then headed north to Corbridge to stay with friends. As we travelled across to the Lake District I was still working away at my project, but I was careful not to miss any of the amazing scenery along the way.
And what was I ‘knitting’? Well, I’m afraid I wasn’t knitting anything at all! I was crocheting yet another granny square blanket. This time in autumnal shades. When we arrived home I had a bag full of 81 squares all ready to be crocheted together. I’ve made a small start …
The age old conundrum, knitting or crochet? Well, as a relative crochet newbie I’d have to say that crochet is certainly so much more portable!