Here I am back. I had a grand time – and, I am sorry to have to admit, saw no art at all.
London is dreadful. No matter how well-cushioned you are by money and fame, it takes you forever to get from A to B, and you never see the horizon. I could get from here to Alexander’s house in Glasgow in the time it took James to drive us from Sydenham to the baptism.
My pictures aren’t very good. I hope I’ll soon be sent more and better. But here they are, concentrating on knitting:
Hellie’s husband Matt wore the pocket square I made him for his wedding:
And Rachel wore Amedro’s Cobweb Lace Wrap, a 40th birthday present from some time ago, it has to be admitted.
And Juliet was wrapped in the Princess Shawl which her mother had worn as a wedding veil.
And here is Cathy, yesterday morning, as we were setting out for Kings Cross before dawn, in her new Vampires of Venice socks. She nobly escorted me all the way, and was a great comfort.
Perdita was much missed. The dear friend who was feeding her sent me pictures every day. This one, on Friday evening, nearly had me catching the next train back:
And this is James with his Chinese cat Mimi, on Sunday evening: