I used to hate this time of year - November blues would descend and it just seemed like a time of year when everything turned grey and brown and lifeless and soggy. But here in the SW of England it's a pretty magical time, actually... full of bonfire smoke and cosy nights in (has to be when it gets dark at 4:30 in the afternoon now) and pub dinners.
Partner and I went away for the weekend for our anniversary.
Here. And it was a full moon on Saturday night, so we took a little walk out onto the sand as the tide had ebbed away, and it was pretty amazing. There are times when I have to pinch myself.
And I'm knitting - like a fiend. It's just the time of year, and the fact that my PhD chapters aren't rolling forth with the ferocity I wish. So a few knit-and-purl stitches of sanity make me feel productive. Coping mechanism.
This was a 2nd birthday gift for Penelope, lovely lemon hoodie jumper. The buttons are my favourite bit.
And now it's socks. I'm on my fifth pair in two months. (Of course, when you knit them with chunky wool, it goes a lot faster. You can call it cheating, I'll agree.)
