Tomorrow would have been my 63^rd wedding anniversary. We never observed anniversaries, so it doesn’t much matter. This is one of the years when days and dates measure up. The 31^st of August was Saturday in 1957, I think you’ll find.

Things went better today, knitting-wise. I tinked yesterday’s error, re-knit it, and then the rest of the row – and knit back again. I am now ready to start the row I wrongly started yesterday. In which I will establish the final small motifs in the Spring Shawl central triangle.

I also ordered Hoxbro’s “Traditional Danish Sweaters”. The new VK says that it is an “important book”. I am a sucker for such statements. I feel a certain unease – I know about those Danish night shirts. How? Do I have an earlier edition of this book?  Perhaps an article by Hoxbro somewhere. Amazon promises it for tomorrow.

I think the pattern in the new VK which I’d most like to knit – I never will – is the prize-winning Amber Leafy Coat by Quinny Zhang. Brioche is a lot of fun. Some of the shawls are tempting, too.

That’s about it. The new great-granddaughter is now very near. Her father looks forward to watching the next match in the Ashes series with her. Or if not that, the one after.

Since I have introduced politics to these pages, I ought to go ahead and say how sad I am that Ruth Davidson has left the stage. She was totally unexpected, and terrific. Her going makes Scottish independence much more likely. That’s not a prospect I relish, although things are in such a muddle down south that it no longer seems quite as bad as it once did.