As I was visiting my parents I couldn't spend all weekend knitting, especially on a lovely day out to Durham.
I didn't knit when we stopped for a picnic lunch by the River Tees as I was too busy feeding the ducks and taking in the view.
If I'd been knitting plain socks I might have been able to knit and walk. But I wasn't, so I didn't knit as I walked along the Tees, taking in the lovely scenery.
I also didn't knit when we were trying to spot Durham Cathedral through the trees
or when we examined this interesting sculpture
or when we visited the Old Fulling Mill , Museum of Archeology which was a bargain at £1 to visit.
Inside there was an exhibit of Chinese Funeral stuff and also British History, mostly of the surrounding area. I thought you might like these Bronze age spinning whorls.
I didn't knit while over looking the Tees either but did take a photo of sock no. 2.
I also didn't knit (yes there is a theme here) when we went into Durham Cathedral
as there was too much to look at including the final resting place of the Venerable Bead, wonderful carvings and the shafts of light entering the main atrium (sadly no photos allowed).
There was a wedding taking place while we were inside so we were treated to bell ringing and some superb organ playing, the bass went right through me. If I was religious and the marrying type I'd be seriously tempted to get married there just for the organ music. It was thrilling.
I did knit on the park and ride back to the car park, while munching on some rhubarb fudge Mr Gingerknits had discovered in the market place (there are also a few habadashery and yarn stalls in the market place, some had decent acrylic and nice acrylic wool blends), and in the car on the way home. I wasn't driving.
I also knit for most of the evening, watching Kick Ass, which did, ahem, Kick Ass, and had finished both legs (I didn't make the cuffs as long as the ones in the pattern as I have short legs) and one heel, which was tricker than I thought it would be which induced a fit of swearing and cries of "why didn't I knit plain socks!". Though where would the fun have been in that?
We also popped out for a quick stroll round the field behind my parents house, which had sheep in it. Most of them were Texcels, so not of much interest to me, but we also spotted two Blue Faced Leicesters. Sadly they had already been shorn but it was nice seeing where one of my favourite wools comes from.
Next on Frakking socks: Much more swearing and a deadline!
http://www.thisisdurham.com/
I didn't knit when we stopped for a picnic lunch by the River Tees as I was too busy feeding the ducks and taking in the view.
If I'd been knitting plain socks I might have been able to knit and walk. But I wasn't, so I didn't knit as I walked along the Tees, taking in the lovely scenery.
I also didn't knit when we were trying to spot Durham Cathedral through the trees
or when we examined this interesting sculpture
or when we visited the Old Fulling Mill , Museum of Archeology which was a bargain at £1 to visit.
Inside there was an exhibit of Chinese Funeral stuff and also British History, mostly of the surrounding area. I thought you might like these Bronze age spinning whorls.
I didn't knit while over looking the Tees either but did take a photo of sock no. 2.
I also didn't knit (yes there is a theme here) when we went into Durham Cathedral
as there was too much to look at including the final resting place of the Venerable Bead, wonderful carvings and the shafts of light entering the main atrium (sadly no photos allowed).
There was a wedding taking place while we were inside so we were treated to bell ringing and some superb organ playing, the bass went right through me. If I was religious and the marrying type I'd be seriously tempted to get married there just for the organ music. It was thrilling.
I did knit on the park and ride back to the car park, while munching on some rhubarb fudge Mr Gingerknits had discovered in the market place (there are also a few habadashery and yarn stalls in the market place, some had decent acrylic and nice acrylic wool blends), and in the car on the way home. I wasn't driving.
I also knit for most of the evening, watching Kick Ass, which did, ahem, Kick Ass, and had finished both legs (I didn't make the cuffs as long as the ones in the pattern as I have short legs) and one heel, which was tricker than I thought it would be which induced a fit of swearing and cries of "why didn't I knit plain socks!". Though where would the fun have been in that?
We also popped out for a quick stroll round the field behind my parents house, which had sheep in it. Most of them were Texcels, so not of much interest to me, but we also spotted two Blue Faced Leicesters. Sadly they had already been shorn but it was nice seeing where one of my favourite wools comes from.
Next on Frakking socks: Much more swearing and a deadline!
http://www.thisisdurham.com/
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