For World Wide Knit In Public Day 2008 we took part in the I Knit London Treasure Hunt. It was so much fun we decided to do it again this year.
This year there were questions based around sheepy locations as well as knitting challenges such as knitting on a routemaster, with a pigeon/policeman/celebrity/naked person and finding landmarks beginning with the letters F.L.E.E.C.E - do you see what they did there?
It was more of a struggle this year as I'm still using one crutch over longer distances but we completed the course, including having time for lunch and knitting 72inches of scarf for the longest scarf comp. I came second, again! Ha! It was fun hearing tourists walking past muttering about tricote or Stricken (French and German for kntting) and I used my needles to make a sign of the cross to ward of the preachy fundamentalist Christians who were boring everyone in Trafalgar Square.
Bless 'em. They were trying so hard but were very Church of England about the whole thing. They should have had a gospel choir to liven things up.
Here I am knitting in a phone box (I didn't turn into Clarke Kent) and on an old routemaster. I miss those buses. I agree the new ones are better for people with disabilities or buggies but the conductor was so friendly. Another team of knitters (waves at Jan and Coral) were on the bus too. The conductor was reminiscing over his mum knitting for him and was asking us how hard it is to knit gloves, what with all the digits.
This year there were questions based around sheepy locations as well as knitting challenges such as knitting on a routemaster, with a pigeon/policeman/celebrity/naked person and finding landmarks beginning with the letters F.L.E.E.C.E - do you see what they did there?
It was more of a struggle this year as I'm still using one crutch over longer distances but we completed the course, including having time for lunch and knitting 72inches of scarf for the longest scarf comp. I came second, again! Ha! It was fun hearing tourists walking past muttering about tricote or Stricken (French and German for kntting) and I used my needles to make a sign of the cross to ward of the preachy fundamentalist Christians who were boring everyone in Trafalgar Square.
Bless 'em. They were trying so hard but were very Church of England about the whole thing. They should have had a gospel choir to liven things up.
Here I am knitting in a phone box (I didn't turn into Clarke Kent) and on an old routemaster. I miss those buses. I agree the new ones are better for people with disabilities or buggies but the conductor was so friendly. Another team of knitters (waves at Jan and Coral) were on the bus too. The conductor was reminiscing over his mum knitting for him and was asking us how hard it is to knit gloves, what with all the digits.
I was knackered by the end of the day but managed to get to a friends birthday BBQ in West London and regale them with tales of knitting. I made her some birthday socks but failed to get a photo of them. Grr. I digress. I'm a big fan of WWKIP day. The thought of knitters all over the planet meeting up in public warms my cockles. One thing we missed was the naked bike ride through London which coincides with WWKIP. Maybe next year we'll be knitting naked on bikes!
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