This past week has been less fraught and adventuresome. The week in Northamptonshire was spent indoors, apart from shutting the front gate one day and putting out the bin another. Even though the weather was beautiful at times – warm, white fluffy clouds, sunshine – the Covid sucked all spare energy.
By Sunday, still testing positive for Covid, it was obvious that the bamboo pipe course would be expunged from the calendar. The next planned activity was a visit to friends in Maidenhead, prior to flying out of Heathrow. They were still happy to welcome me, despite still testing positive. The next day, Monday, I scurried around the house, gathering things together, packing, unpacking, repacking, deciding to leave things behind, changing my mind, changing it again, and finally making decisions that would leave my suitcase only marginally lighter. I am sure I’ll be sick of the sight of all my clothing by the end of the trip, if I haven’t ‘outgrown’ them.
The few days in Maidenhead were restful and sociable. I met up with another friend who had been to the pipe course. We had planned months ago to travel to the States together, where I would visit her in Kentucky. I’ve never been to ol’ Kentucky and welcomed the chance to see somewhere new. We didn’t do Maidenhead justice; the weather was too showery and cool to spend time wandering. And besides, she was exhausted after the course and I was recovering from Covid.
We arrived in Kentucky in early evening, after a long day’s travel. Marvel of marvels, there was a cloudless sky with an unfamiliar white orb. After a short drive, I met the rest of the ‘family’ – three excited, friendly greyhounds and two laid-back cats. The greyhounds are my new best friends, and one of the cats has decided the guest bed is the best place to be.
The night before heading to Maidenhead, I grasped the gansey nettle and unravelled the sleeve to a few rows above the pick-up row. There was no point making the agony worse by having to pick up the stitches again. The plan was to decrease on the first pattern row. How had I got into this hole in the first place? Simply put, I had ignored my calculations and instead picked up a reasonable three stitches every four rows. This yielded 144 stitches instead of the calculated 128 (not including the gusset stitches). It’s not an enormous difference, and I should have known better. They say you learn by experience, but sometimes one wonders . . .
As you can see in the photo, due to lots more of time spent on a plane, I have been able to catch up and overtake the point where the sleeve was frogged. Nearly the entire transatlantic flight was spent knitting, and more was accomplished during a three-hour layover before the next flight. And then I put it down as I had had enough!
Wondering howyou gotyour knitying needles on board..last oerson who tried that had the needles confiscated or confined tothe hold as posdible weapons..
4inch wooden sock needles i think
Well worth it – the sleeve looks much better. You have my sympathy, I’ve had covid twice and hope never again. The rain let up a bit here but I still wasn’t in a location to see the comet. Oh well, there’ll be another one along later this month!