Sunshine Sweater

It’s a rare Scottish day here where I’m sat out in garden but purposefully in the shade. For once, being in the garden isn’t about following the sunshine as that’s the one spot where it’s not too cold to sit and knit. Instead, it’s absolutely glorious. There’s not a cloud in the sky and the main sounds are the trees which are moving in the breeze.

It’s perfect weather in the shade to knit on my Kate in sunshine yellow yarn I hand dyed earlier this month. When the sun eventually finds my spot, I switch to sock projects.

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Spring of my heart

With typically bad timing, the Scottish weather has changed. There is now the chance of sunshine, though it’s important to note that even the optimistic weather forecast believes the chance to be low. In the moments when sunshine streams through my windows, I tend to seize the moment and climb out in to the garden and bask in it like a cat.

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Winter of the mind

Around a month ago, I was out for a walk by the Union Canal in Edinburgh. It had just snowed, again, but the sun was starting to come out. I ended up hurrying home well before the sunset, but it must have been beautiful that night. I thought we were at the end of winter; spring must be around the corner and then a slow happy slide into summer and sunshine.

Instead, I find my winter mentality continuing as the world feels less stable around me. I’ve focused on good food, hot tea, my knitting; luxuries that I know I am grateful for.

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Cloud break at Blackness

Day trips are wonderful. I think I sometimes enjoy them more than full blown holidays. You wake up, head off somewhere new, get a cracking lunch, wander around enjoying yourself and then are back at home in time for dinner! Throw in some nice weather, a cute dog or two, and a nice spot to knit, it’s a special treat of a day.

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Sneachda

There are somethings worth waking up early for. Christmas morning is one, as are pancakes and going away for a holiday. I would, however, struggle to classify a Monday morning train to Aberdeen for work as being worthy of the early hour. From Aberdeen, I traveled onward to Ballater, a tiny village in the Cairngorms National Park near to the royal estate of Balmoral. The next morning, I woke up to snow.

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And now, the quarter’s ended

Last Sunday, I was up before 6am. Two buses and several hours later, I was in Dunbar. For a work trip where the description starts with ‘Sunday’ and ‘6am’, it was remarkably lovely. The actual work part was done at the start and end of my day, leaving me with several hours to wander the coast and find a sunny spot to knit.

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