Wick (Thos McKay): Weeks 16-17 – 7 October

This week’s blog nearly writes itself. It’s been a trip full of adventures, and I’ve only been away a week.

Within five minutes of leaving home, I’d scraped the side of the car. I stopped at the nearest pillar box to post a letter. The side road narrows at one point, and I’d odged over to let another car past. Crunch crumple! I’d scraped the car against the front corner of a parked one. The damage isn’t too bad, and the other car looked to have only superficial damage, but you never can tell. Being honest, I asked some folk loading their car if they knew who the owner was. They pointed out a nearby house, I rang the bell and apologised profusely. We exchanged details, and, talking sternly to myself, I set off again and vowed to pay more attention.

After an overnight stop in Edinburgh, I continued to Northamptonshire to stay a few days at the family manse. On arriving, I noticed that some lights on timers were not on. Perhaps there had been a power cut, I thought. When I got into the house, the overhead lights worked, but anything plugged into a socket did not. While searching for the fuse box, I noticed that the timer for the heating and hot water was also not working. Eventually I found the fuse box, and by switching them on and off one by one, I found the switch for the residual current device. The sockets and controller were now working.

Next, the bathroom floor was littered with dead flies, with dozens of live ones on the window. It is that time of year in the countryside when flies come in to hibernate. They buzz sluggishly then try to hide in the windows’ crevices. It reminded me of a little poem of my dad’s, who trained as an electrical engineer:

Alternating current pie
First a currant, then a fly
Underneath the crust they lie,
Alternating current pie.

Later, car unloaded, timers reset and dinner consumed, I remembered there was a huge chest freezer in the basement. Rivulets of water trickled off as I opened the lid. It had completely defrosted. Thankfully, nothing had obviously started to rot. Fortunately, the freezer had already been partly cleared. The most sensible course was to refreeze it and empty it another time.

Finally, on Monday I developed flu-like symptoms. I was due to go to a bamboo pipe course in the south of England a few days later. As a precautionary measure, I took a Covid test and, yes, you’ve guessed it, it came up positive. I contacted the organiser, and we agreed that I should not attend until I had a negative test. Although disappointed not to see my friends, I fully understand.

Because of the travel and then illness, I have not even looked at the gansey for the past week. When I packed it, the sleeve was giving me some concerns. It looked quite baggy. Since then, I have compared it to another gansey; the sleeve is too big, and needs redoing. I would rather reknit than have balloon sleeves. And because of fewer stitches, it’ll be quicker to knit the second time. Look for the silver lining.