Yesterday I went to the beach, the trip got of to very exciting start. I was running late, as ever, so I took the bus to the train station. I was sitting upstairs, knitting my sock (yes I appear to have become a sock knitter again + a crocheter, everything's topsy turvy) and daydreaming when I realised that I was looking down at something very familiar. A few weeks ago I thought I saw someone wearing Urchin on the street, but she was on the other side of the road and I was in a cafe so I didn't want to chase after her only to discover that it wasn't actually urchin at all.
This, however, was definitely Gretel. I crossed my fingers (figuratively, knitting with crossed fingers is tricky) and waited while she got on the bus. As soon as I saw her and her mother come up the stairs and sit down in front of me I was digging in my bag for the camera and debating whether to Kinnear the hat or to actually talk to them. Luckily excitement won over shyness and I actually asked to take this photo, they turned out to be lovely people who knew who I was (useful for making me seem less crazy!), and who have knit several of my patterns between them. And they seemed to understand perfectly why I was excited about wanting to take a photo of the first time I've ever seen one of my patterns in the wild. And when I got home I got a really sweet rav message from bitsy4 saying that they enjoyed meeting me too.
Admittedly I thought wearing a wooly hat yesterday was slightly crazy, but there's a certain element of fantasy in the way that Scots don the summer clothing as soon as the sun comes out, more or less regardless of temperature. Once we'd walked along the beach for quite a while in search of the perfect spot combining dunes at the right angle to shelter us from the wind, soft sand and not too many rocks and seaweed it was really warm.
I clambered about on rocks, and claimed that it counted as work since I got some decent photos of the red bolero, which you'll see when I've had time to go through them and feel like rambling about the pattern. I love the airy patterns on these rocks.
These three seemed to like sitting in the warm sand and they didn't complain too much about being shaken vigorously before we left.
Anyone local can probably tell where we were from the rocks in the background but we were at North Berwick, a little sea side town along the coast from Edinburgh and about a 40 minute train journey. Yesterday though the beach held all of the appeal, we didn't even make it into the actual town.
There's something rather draining about doing nothing all afternoon so when I got home I did absolutely none of the computer work I was supposed to do and spent the evening vegetating on the sofa and beginning a new lace design. I suppose I better spend today doing the less fun work, because the knitting and picture taking aren't much use until I do something with them! First though I'm going to wash the sand out of my ears.