This week’s rather gotten away from me so here it is a day late. (And probably a dollar short to boot.)
Knitting: Oh, woe is the knitting. Blues Pacifica Coat? *WAY* too big, frogged. Monkeys? Stalled. Grey Shawl? Ok, I still love that project. Maybe it’s the heat.
Reading: Research books and fluff. Woot.
Listening To: Currently, the FA Cup Final. Thanks be to the powers of the library because I have new (to me) music: Johnny Cash, Tegan and Sarah, Coheed & Cambria. Oh, and The Carpenters. Because they are grand.
Watching: Spring Watch (oddly addictive) and Poirot.
The Cathedral at the end of the road. Or the bend in the road, more like. Lots more Winchester coming.
Blue sky, warm(ish) sunlight, green leaves twirling in the breeze, a small village (with working silk mill) in rural England, church bells in the old church with roses blooming against the stone walls ringing wildly. Two brown horses graze along the dirt road leading to the famous and ancient church contemplate us as we turn the car around.
“Do you ever feel,” I say turning to J, “that you’re just waiting for sometime to yell cut?” (Especially since the second picture prompted lots of Stardust quotes in the car.)
Because where I come from perfection is seen on the sound stage, usually with a whole lot of sleight of hand to make it look so. But don’t worry, this temporary bliss won’t last long. Life without air conditioning (at all, none in the car, in the house or in stores here) will spoil the idyll long before summer is over.
That and the rain.
On a busy Saturday teeming with people, there are still quiet moments to be had.
Glacier Cowl. Raveled.
The same socks.
Blues Pacifica coat.
Reading: Research books (and therefore very slow reading).
Listening To: Eurovision Song Contest 2009 cd. Also, Mor ve ötesi (last year’s Turkish entry).
Old buildings on the Winchester high street, including (one of the many claimed) oldest pub in Britain (second to last picture).