I’m sorry to have left you in silence for so long. We had a grand time in Kirkmichael, including the cats. Paradox cried all the way there and all the way back. Perdita interjected occasional remarks, the cat-ly equivalent, I suspect, of Shut up, why don’t you? Cathy and her daughters had to travel by train, Edinburgh-Pitlochry and back, to make room in the car for the cats.

But they enjoyed freedom, and I enjoyed letting them have it.

I finished Archie’s socks, all except for finishing them. He and younger brother Fergus will be here Sunday evening – they are back from Greece, and Helen is hosting a reunion of old school friends from Birmingham, so there will be no room for them at home.

And I am turning the heel on the first of Rachel’s Pairfect socks. The yarn is quite a recent purchase, and I cannot remember why I chose what I did instead of one of Arne and Carlos’ designs. The result will be nice enough, but A&C would have been more fun.

But now I must get back to the Calcutta Cup, perhaps reserving socks for the weekend.

I haven’t yet been to Kathy’s Knits to buy the Ziggurat book. Maybe tomorrow. I have been feeling very weak, perhaps not surprising after so exciting a July. I have tried to keep walking, and have ambitious plans for tomorrow which will take me past Kathy’s shop.