Very little indeed to report this morning – and the weather is grim.
I have reached round 65 of the shawl border. An oddity of its construction is that it doesn’t decrease gently and constantly at the corners, like every other Shetland shawl I have ever knit. It has a few, fairly violent, decrease rows. I have done only one so far, but another looms at 72. Will I reach it before we go back to Strathardle?
No reply from Plimoth after all, about the taste of Good King Henry.
I give up. I’ll post this so that you can know I am alive, and go have my bath.