It's been a whirlwind week or so here; the papers are written and I now know more about Elizabeth I and her courtships, and the witchcraze in baroque Germany than I ever thought I'd know. Ask me anything, I can tell you. (Unless you're here via Google because you're writing an essay, in which case that's plagiarism dear, go away and do your own research.)
Then my brother announced he was in town, then my cousin, and in the meantime we were invited away for the long weekend.
To the beach. In winter. Four adults, six boy children, three dogs.
It was cold. But fun!
We started off at the Front Beach. This is the bayside beach; calm, gentle, silvery and relaxing. But cold.
We took the dogs. Theirs and ours. (That's ours with Mr Soup. See his hat? It took Son #1 two years, but he knitted it).
The dogs headed along the pier.
All was going well. Ours was innocently enjoying this new experience.
Their dogs leapt off! Into the glacially cold water!
Ours did not. He took the easy way back, rather fast. He is a greyhound after all.
He was persuaded in eventually. But decided dry land was best.
Stay tuned tomorrow for Back Beach Blogging. (The back beaches are the wild surf beaches. The wind comes straight off Antarctica, pausing only to sneer briefly at Tasmania before unleashing its full onslaught on US.)
Word for the day: blusterous
Some answers to questions from commenters ... the dyes for the playcloths sold at the market were Procion dyes. Cleckheaton Tapestry is 8ply. The market is the once a term Twilight Market my children's school holds. I am happy to knit anyone mittens. Leave a comment with your colour preference and I will send them in a week. $20 a pair.