I am sorry to have kept you waiting. Well might you wonder whether Nessie had risen from the depths.
C. and I had a good time in Kirkmichael. The weather was grey and damp and heavy and rather depressing – brilliant sunshine here in Edinburgh since. The house and garden are in good order. The only gardening I did was to weed and mulch our little rose – I’ve mentioned it before – for the third time this year. It’s looking fairly well, and is blooming, I think, rather earlier than usual:
This is the one I have never been able to find in the books. The plant must be 60 years old – probably more. It grows on its own roots.
I read Mukherjee on the Gene while we were there, and finished off with James Watson’s own book on the Double Helix. I think I’ve read it before. It is wonderful for the feeling it gives of youth in the 50’s. I was astonished to learn (or re-learn) that the Famous Article was typed on a Saturday afternoon by Watson’s sister, and was only 900 words long. He and Crick knew it would win them the Nobel Prize.
Someone not all that long ago transcribed the Double Helix for knitting. A scarf pattern was published in IK. And someone knitted it for her boyfriend’s father – Watson himself. Alas, his reaction hasn’t been recorded that I could find.
As for knitting here, not much. Hospitals are good for socks, and I have turned the corner of the first one of the Vampires. Granddaughter Lizzie is here, pursuing the Festival with youthful vigour. She thinks that the Yarn Barn socks are fine, despite not looking like each other. I’ll finish them for her today, I hope, and they can at least keep her warm on the bus home tonight.
They seriously look as if they are different sizes, although I thought I counted carefully.