Just a short blog this week, as we’re taking a break and going down to Edinburgh for a few days’ holiday to see old friends, do some Christmas shopping, go to a carol concert—and visit the Apple Store which has just been built literally next door to where I used to work, not that I’m bitter or anything, oh no, not at all; I’m sure they’ll build one in Wick soon.
We were going to go see The Hobbit Part Three while we were there, but then we realised it would be dark, grey and gloomy, filled with greed, decapitations and a desperate struggle for existence, all of which already make up such a large part of our life in Wick, and so decided to go see Paddington instead.
It’s been a wintry few days up here, sleet, hail, rain and snow, and the sort of winds that have weather presenters practicing how to say “weather bomb” in front of the mirror like a doctor telling you that perhaps you’d better sit down before he gives you the results; on the plus side, the temperature sometimes rose above freezing. (And still you see people strolling through town in T-shirts or short skirts—either they’re a shockingly hardy breed up here, or the alien invasion has already begun.)
On the gansey, I’ve finished the first sleeve, cuff and all, picked up the stitches for the second and decreased the gusset out of existence like a stage magician making a pigeon disappear. Now it’s just a question of a hundred-odd rows of plain knitting, then the cuff and we’re done.
I might have finished it this week if we weren’t going to be away. Even so, it should still be done in time for New Year. Tune in next week for the last blog of the year, and news of some changes coming in 2015.
Till then, as it’s nearly Christmas, I leave you with this traditional carol:
In the Wick midwinter, rain had turned to sleet,
No matter how many pairs of socks you wore, you still had icy feet;
Sleet had fallen, then it rained, and it was dark by three,
In the Wick midwinter, sooner you than me…