Today’s news, of course, is Kate Davies’ illness. The club has been suspended until September – that’s quite a long time. I hope we’ll hear more soon.

Greek Helen sent me this link to a Twitter post about a clandestine mosaic of hers not far from here. The Twitterer somehow found out that Helen was responsible, and sent the link to her.

Not much news here, as usual. Alexander came to see me, as often on a Wednesday, and we walked twice around Drummond Place Gardens, so that’s two days in succession. I have bound off the other shoulder of the Stronachlachar, and picked up the stitches for the neck ribbing. Getting stitches off waste yarn and back onto a needle is never very easy, for me.

Thank you for all your kind comments about my cruise. Tamar, Caithness is off to the east (I couldn’t have told you that yesterday). We will sail up the west coast of Scotland, nearly to the top, but won’t head eastwards. I looked at Gordon Reid’s blog and – if I hit upon the right man – found interesting autobiography, but no knitting. I had much the same experience with the monk on the final page of the new IK.

I’ve finished “Case Histories”. The woman on the radio yesterday said that she had read it when it was new, as I had, and thought a skim would be enough when it was assigned for her appearance on “Good Reads”, but found that she was reading every syllable again. Me too. It’s funny how memory works. I remembered some bits clearly, others not at all.