Bloody Scotland - Intro and Friday

So, as previously mentioned the weekend just gone was Bloody Scotland 2026. I remember when the program first came out I wasn't hugely enthused on my first flick through. Second time I was feeling  a bit more constructive and I marked down a few things I'd like to go to. Later when I thought I really should think about actually getting some tickets I concentrated hard, struck off a few things that had previously been marked as 'of interest', some because they no longer looked quite as interesting and some because I'm not wandering around the streets of Stirling on my lonesome quite that late at night. Lest you think it was a less good festival than previously that wasn't the case. This sequence of events is par for the course!

I booked one event for Friday which was called Death on the Island. This was set to feature Alex Gray, Lin Anderson and Andrew Raymond. I like Alex Gray's books, I quite like Lin Anderson's although I feel they now tend to the 'a bit too long', and of Andrew Raymond I had never previously heard. But two out of three again is par for the course. 

I was slightly disappointed to receive an e-mail on Thursday informing me that due to unforeseen circumstances Lin Anderson was now unable to attend, and  although I couldn't have a refund I could swap my ticket for another event if I liked. But  I just shrugged my shoulders  and thought, well longer for the other two, no big deal. However when I got to the venue I discovered that they had found a substitute for Lin Anderson.

If you've been here for a while you can look at the poster and see immediately why, when I saw who the substitute was, my heart sank. Yes J M Dalglish, writer of the  dullest set of detective novels ever set in Norfolk and possibly the entirety of Great Britain. Reviewed on the blog in February, March April and May, a sequence whihc chronicled my increasing disappointment, and I started with a low level of enjoyment with the first one I read. Even worse, he has just started a new series set in Orkney and he talked about that for  some time. In the first five minutes he made three glaring errors despite, apparently,  having been to Orkney on a research trip, so you know .... Even even worse he told a mother - in law joke. I thought they had rightly gone out of fashion when the last 1970s 'comedian' died, but it seems  they are still alive and kicking in some minds. 

I was quite bored all the way through this event. This was partly due to the presence of Dalglish who is quite as dull in person as his books, with an added dollop of self importance. Raymond was quite interesting but not interesting enough that I rushed off to buy any of his books. Alex Gray seemed to be on autopilot but then I expect she has done a lot of events like this, since she's been writing her books for 20+ years. 

Again, as with the  Arts Society talk, my reaction could have been partly coloured by the fact that I was still feeling under par after the flu injection - who knows? I left wondering doubtfully if the whole weekend was going to be a washout. (Spoiler - it wasn't). 

Crazy Busy week

 As anticipated last week was very busy although not necessarily with blog worthy things. 

Monday was Book Group Day, and they had chosen a J D Kirk so there I was reading another one after two months 'off'. Report to come in the book round up post. 

Tuesday was medical stuff; I had an eye test in the morning and we both had appointments for our flu jabs in the afternoon. Obviously my eye test was with a new optician since I hadn't  had my eyes tested since we moved. I was a bit nervous, as I always am before an eye test, which given my lamentable vision  history isn't surprising. but in fact it was very reassuring. My sight is fine, and it appears that the partial thickness macular hole is probably stable, but the new optician has requested the scans from my previous ones so that she can compare. The flu jabs were fine, I didn't even feel mine going in, possibly because I wasn't looking? and when asked about previous side effects of flu jabs we both blithely said oh, only sore arms, never felt ill after one. Ha! Those were words that came back to haunt us both. 

Wednesday we met up with our friend K for coffee in Stirling; hadn't seen her for a while so lots of catching up. 

Thursday was the start of the new season of the Stirling and Forth Valley Arts Society branch. I'm sure I must have mentioned joining this last year and presumably reported on their, generally excellent, talks. I was very much looking forward to this one which was on William MacTaggart, a C19 Scottish painter, held to be one  of the best painters of the sea ever. To wit; 

Yeah, a photo of a slide on a screen which itself was taken from a picture in a book, I think; it's not giving anyone the best idea of MacTaggart's skill. Google images is your friend here should you be interested. Meanwhile I became aware about half way through the talk that I felt distinctly off; slightly nauseous, a bit of a headache and wait! could that actually be a flu like shiver? I skipped the normal post talk lunch with a group of friends and took myself straight to the train station. When he picked me up the OH exclaimed 'what on earth has happened, you look totally wiped out' which isn't necessarily how a woman wants to be greeted by her nearest and dearest, but I felt too ill to care really and it was probably true. I went straight to bed when I got home and slept for five hours and by the time I got up again the OH was also feeling quite ill. We will be cross if we get flu this winter ....

I was not particularity impressed by the talk which I thought badly structured and fairly uninformative given that the speaker talked for an hour, but it seems I was very much in the minority in that view.. It may be that my reaction was coloured by feeling ill, in a way reminiscent of last year's opera stramash. Who can say? 

Friday saw the beginning of Bloody Scotland, but as that is still taking up time I'll bundle all the reports from there into one dedicated post. 

Meanwhile the needles arrived and the 'holiday' top is almost complete. The sleeves are done,  so now it's just a case of making sure I have the body the right length before starting the finishing rib. I think another five rounds will see that done, but of course I can't be sure without trying it on, a delicate manoeuvre if you want to be sure of not losing stitches from the needle! 

Wales - Wrap Up

Since our next holiday is (too) rapidly approaching I thought I'd make the effort to finish recording our week in Wales back in June .  The rest of our adventures, such as they were, were nearer to the cottage where we were staying. We had a leisurely day in Port Madoc visiting the maritime museum and going to Cadwalladers for an ice cream. No pics of the ice cream but here's the harbour at Port Madoc, and some crafty circles inside the museum. We are suckers for maritime museums; no idea why since neither of us has any connection to navies or sailing, although as long term readers might appreciate, when we're not knackering our knees we're quite partial to a bit of rowing.  

Naturally we visited the OH's favourite heritage railway station of Tan-y-bwlch,  as pretty as ever

There's also a good tearoom should you ever be in the vicinity and wanting to watch steam trains and have a cup of tea. Don't make my mistake and drink your tea outside if there's a train due; half of mine got wasted after the train deposited a good sprinkling of ash* into it. 

* I know it's not actually ash, but I don't know the technical term for whatever it is steam trains spew into the cups and over the clothing of the unwary.

And on our last day we went for  a ride on a steam train; the one that runs along the side of Lake Bala. It was still very hot so chugging along beside the lake was a pleasant experience - much more pleasant than going for  walk anyway. We saw both red kites and buzzards, sadly too high to take meaningful photos. This was our engine, Alice 

and here's a view of the lake

and that was our Welsh break. 

Phew! I'm glad I've caught up with that. The next trip isn't for another four weeks yet but I've got a crazy busy time coming up next week - gold star to anyone who's thinking, oh yes, it must be almost Bloody Scotland time - and there are various other things in the calendar which might find their way onto here - not to mention that I have a top I want to complete before we go. That has stuttered to a temporary halt as I found myself without the needles I need to do the sleeves. It is a constant mystery that however many needles a knitter has there is always a huge chance that when they knit something new they won't have at least one of the needles necessary. I would say, maybe that's just me, but I know it isn't. 

The necessary needles have been ordered and happily the top has been coming along quite quickly so it should be done in time. I'm crossing my fingers it will make an appearance in the September finished projects post. 

So, remember we went to Wales...?

 And one of the nicest days we had was in Conwy. 

This was not just because of this wool shop 

lovely shop, rather pushy owner. It's where I bought the little weaving kit. 

There were also some interesting old buildings, like this one

and a beautiful patisserie where we had an early lunch(?)

There's a beautiful harbour with great views, 

a spectacular castle 

and last but not least the Smallest House in the British Isles. 

We both loved Conwy. Sadly it was far too hot to do much and certainly too hot to tackle the walk up to and around the castle. We'd love to go back another time though, spend longer and explore the town properly. 

Unexpected Nice Things and a couple of cat photos

 We had a telephone call on Friday morning to say that the OH's brother was on a train on his way to our home town for a brief visit  (He's been in Largs this weekend for the Viking Festival.) We took him out to local cafe M.O.C.S. for lunch. We've been there for coffee and cake before and we've often said we'd like to try their Turkish pide for lunch so on Friday we did. 

Three different flavours, all were delicious, and very hearty portions. I couldn't finish mine; maybe I shouldn't have had any of those chips which the OH ordered and which really weren't needed. Although they were Very Nice Chips Indeed. 

On Saturday we went to the Japanese garden again, for a special event. Little Peru , a farm in Ayrshire, had brought three of their alpacas up to the garden and you could pay a small fee and pat them and feed them and have your photo take with them. Ours was called Diego, he was a bit flighty but I hung on to his harness like grim death whenever he seemed likely to make a break for freedom. I didn't get to feed him but the OH did, and there was indeed lots of petting and stroking and photo taking. 

Here we are

I do wish I had made that jumper longer.....

And a couple of pics for fans of The Cat Cosimo

He says he doesn't know 'what it is about cats and boxes and he wishes people would stop asking him; all he knows is that this new box appeared and so he had to go and sit in it. Because.'

"I know you're in there. I'm going to scratch at this door until you come out an play and I don't care that it's 3 in the morning". Ah the joys of sharing a home with a cat. 

Wool Stats and Projects for August.

 OK, could have been better, could have been worse. 

Wool in, which is  from all over really, totalled 1009g. 

There were two instalments of the Madrigal Yarn self striping sock club; the late July one and the August one.

A gift from my daughter-in-law for hosting the grandchildren

A birthday gift

some aran weight received in a swap

the left overs from my scarf weaving

and finally I actually bought 400g of this 

to make myself a top which I hope will be finished in time for me to take on our upcoming holiday.

Wool out was 515g. I made two hats, one with the swap yarn and one with the wool from my daughter in law

That's the top, and I love the squared off effect, both because it looks really good and because it makes it a better fit than the normal rounding off decreases. This was made as a Christmas charity donation but I was reluctant to let it go as it fitted so well. So I was delighted to discover that the wool from the daughter in law was the right weight for me to make myself one! 

The only other thing I finished was the coaster from the little 'have a go at weaving' set that I bought on holiday in Wales. 

It's less than brilliant and honestly the instructions weren't very clear in several places, so I count myself lucky to have managed something vaguely useful. There was enough wool to make two, but the rest is  off to a charity shop together with the  weaving bits and someone else can have a go. They may make a better job of it than I did. The only really good thing about this was that it prompted me to find the weaving course that I treated myself to for my birthday and even though that convinced me that I probably never wanted to even see a loom again I'm still glad I did it. 

I put some yarn into a swap package and also used up 220g in my large continuing project. So the net increase was 494g .  Net decrease for the year to date is 1492g and I'm crossing my fingers for that to look healthier by the end of September.  

August Books

It's  a short list for finished books this month. Partly because we had the grandchildren staying for a week and  partly because I've been falling asleep to a variety of not-books e.g.R4 drama series, stuff on Sounds, the World Service. 

The one falling asleep book I did listen to was Dead Lions, Book 2 of Mick Herron's Slough House series. I then started  Real Tigers, but  realised that I knew it and the ones that follow too well to to want to listen to them all over again just now after all. 

Distressingly the other four are all crime fiction, not that that there's anything wrong with crime fiction but I'm in a 'I really should diversify my reading a bit' frame of mind which might be reflected in the September round up. Meanwhile the other four are ; - 

The Murder at World's End by Ross Montgomery. First in a projected series and I saw glowing references to it all over the shop so got it on Audible. It might be one of those books it's better to read on the page than listen to; there again it might not. It's a locked room mystery set  pre WW1, with an unlikely pair of crime solvers; an extremely foul mouthed aristocratic old lady and a second footman. I did not see the culprit until over half way which is always a plus, but it did become more and more obvious, especially as the format of the book was to place everyone else under suspicion and then exonerate them. Like I say, very well reviewed and much praised for its originality, but it wasn;t for me.   

Pick of the bunch was Karin Slaughter's The Secrets We Hide , a followup to We are All Guilty Here which I read and reviewed in June.Again I spotted the perpetrator very early on, there is a massive clue in the description of the crime right at the beginning, but that didn't really matter as it's not so much about who did it, but how they got there. I do find myself glazing over at some of Slaughters descriptions of crime scenes, especially the ones where they're analysing bullet trajectories, but I'm sure some people find that fascinating. What I find fascinating is Slaughter's description of what life in a small town in the deep south is like, where families, and family feuds go back generations and everyone thinks they know everyone else inside out , until it turns out they don't. The two central characters, Emmy and Jude and their relationship are all fascinating  and I was happy to hear today that there is a new novel in this series currently being written. 

A chance comment by a friend had me scurrying off to see if there was a new Marion Todd novel I hadn't yet read and there was so I rectified that. I think the best way to describe Todd's series is workmanlike but that's not as dismissive as it sounds. I don't think, despite her best efforts, that her characters have much emotional depth, it's all tell not show on that front, but her saving grace is that her plots are well worked out, and don't stretch the limits of credibility. There was a bit of a shock at the end of this latest one which was called Watch Them Fall, it will be interesting to see the ramifications of that work out in the next book. 

Finally, someone at the book group passed around a carrier bag full of paperbacks that were on their way to the charity shop at the last meeting to see if anyone was interested in any, and someone told me that Lynne McEwen's books were good so I took the one of hers, A Troubled Tide  that was in there. I realise once I got started that I had read the first one of the series a long time ago; this one is number 5 so obviously things have moved on a bit. But it worked perfectly well as a standalone. 

So there you go. Reads like an edition of Crimestoppers! More variety definitely coming next month. 

What a Lovely Weekend That Was!

 Busy, but very enjoyable.

On Saturday I went to Edinburgh and had lunch with my friends V and D. At my suggestion we went to Meze Meze and it was every bit as good as my previous visit. Sadly I forgot to take photos of the food when it arrived, but here is what remained after we all professed ourselves beaten. 

After lunch we walked off a lot of the calories we'd consumed (I hope) by walking to the Dovecote Gallery to see the Cosprop Exhibition. Cosprop is a company founded in 1965 by John Bright and specialises in the making of period costumes for film, theater and tv. Most people would know its work through TV productions like the BBC's Pride and Prejudice or the Merchant Ivory films.  For anyone interested in the history of fashion, or costume drama it's a Must See Exhibition. I took lots of photos; although not nearly as many as I should have probably; here is a very small selection 

Miss Bingley and Mrs Hurst, BBC Pride and Prejudice

Poirot's suit ITV Poirot

The dress in the background is Marianne's wedding dress from the Ang Lee/Emma Thomson film of Sense and  Sensibility 

Lucy Honeychurch and Charlotte Bartlett Merchant Ivory A Room with a View

and finally a very splendid Russian dressing gown from a very long ago BBC version of War and Peace. 

Sunday was our wedding anniversary. We went to Perth which was rather damp

We'd chosen it for two reasons - the morning one

It was a lovely exhibition, lots of pictures I recognised, some from seeing previously, some from  reproductions in books, and then some I had never seen before.  I didn't know whether I could take photographs so didn't, although I asked permission to take the entrance sign. as it happened I could have taken as many as I wanted but there you go. Luckily they have a separate J D Fergusson gallery so I took this rather lovely portrait pair of JD and his partner Margaret Morris. 

We'd never been to Perth Art Gallery before and it's lovely. They have a Millais gallery which we had a good look around and others that we didn't have time for. We ended our visit with a mooch around the shop, a few purchases were made, and a very reasonably priced coffee. And in addition to a great collection and a lovely building I have to say the staff were fabulous; friendly, helpful and knowledgeable. A total 10/10 ; if you are interested in art and get a chance, do go. 

And the afternoon one 

Tea at Branklyn Garden. Readers who have been here for a while may remember we did the same thing last year and it has obviously now become a tradition. The tea was delicious and they have a nice selection of hand knitted tea cosies.    

Finally with reference to my previous post about The Odyssey, I note a  friend took heavy issue with my Facebook comments about it.  She'd been to see it three times, thought the script and acting were excellent and that it raised issues about xenophobia, war, women and other things in a way that was relevant to today. And while I still stand by what I said, in the interest of balance I've no objection to putting up the other side of the argument. 

The Odyssey

 

We're trying to take things fairly easy this week. The grandsons left on Monday and we don't have  a lot in the calendar just now and we're trying to keep it that way. This is  partly to recover, and partly to catch up on admin, cleaning and whatever else got left 'until later' while they were here. I daresay I shall chronicle our adventures, such as they were in due course. Meanwhile the OH suggested we go and see The Odyssey. Everyone's talking about it, our sons had been to see it, it was on locally (and cheap!) so off we went. 

If you follow me on Facebook you will already know how I felt about it. If you don't let's just say my impressions were negative. Actually, let's not just say that, let's be honest. We both loathed it. We did get a few laughs and I allowed myself a bag of sweets but that was about it for positives. 

If you're interested then Emily Wilson, recent and skilled translator (as above) of what I daresay Nolan referred to as his 'source text', summed up most of what I felt about it here and expressed it rather better than I could. I don't agree with her giving them a pass on using Americanisms because they jar horribly. How do you feel about references to 'A Trojan vet' (as in, someone who fought at Troy, rather than someone who looked after injured horses) and men calling women 'ma'am' while dressed in an approximation of bronze age clothing and armour? 

The script was atrocious, some of  the casting was  odd, although to be fair some of the acting was fine, although again,  not that much of it) the balance of the storytelling was weird, and it had an ending Homer never dreamed of. The main problem was that it wasn't alien enough. Bronze Age people didn't think or act like we do. Trying to make Odysseus a flawed hero suffering from ultimately resolved PTSD (eat lotus flowers in the company of someone looking like a Raquel Welch wannabe - if only it was that simple ) doesn't work.  This was basically a Hollywood WW2 movie in fancy dress with C20 attitudes and sensibilities. and it was awful. 

It was also far too long and too loud. The action sequences were too drawn out and some of the special effects (Polyphemus, I'm looking at you) not well done.  

It's an accepted thing currently to regard the Odyssey as a text that is about 'Going Home'; do you want to, how do you do it, and how do you know when you've arrived. All I can say to that is that we certainly knew that we wanted to get home long before we were released to do so, and that we had no trouble realising when we'd arrived. 

I'm usually meticulous here in saying 'don't take my word, try things for yourself, just because I didn't like something  doesn't mean you won't think it's great' , but in this instance I'm going to say you have better ways of spending your time and your money than going to see this appalling film. 

Still here and still relatively busy....

 

On Saturday we went to the Annual Exhibition of Scottish Printmakers which is held at the University of Stirling. I found out about it from a printmaker from whom I get a newsletter; not sure I remember signing up for it - I mean, I'm sure I did, but I have no conscious memory of it. Anyway she was one of the 40-odd printmakers chosen to exhibit this year and I thought it sounded fun and a bit different, so we roped in my friend D and the three of us went for a mooch. 

As you will see from the photo above it was busy. There were three aisles with artists on both sides and this was probably a relatively quiet moment in that particular aisle. Lots of different sorts of prints; both in the way they were made and the subject matter, and obviously not all to my taste but it was fun to see the variety on show. D did actually buy a print, I restrained myself and just picked up lots of business cards for future reference. The OH pointed to me out that Abbie Lois wasn't there, and I pointed out to him that that was hardly surprising since all her stuff seems currently to be in Birnam. 

After our initial trawl around we stopped for a drink. I made the mistake of ordering a white Americano. The cup was overfilled and there was hardly any milk in it so the liquid was very very hot and it was impossible to take off the top, to add sweetener, without being flooded by  hot coffee ( not to mention  scalding finger ends) In the end, when it still wasn't cool enough to go near, even after D had finished her cup of tea I abandoned it - a lesson learned for any future trip to that particular part of Stirling Uni. I'm in two minds about whether to write to the catering manager and suggest s/he ensures that everyone operating their coffee machines has been properly trained. because you know, if I were American, I would be preparing to sue right now :-) But I probably won't because I'm British and we tend to shrug these things off with a 'well there's nothing to be done about it now' .

After another tour round the prints we decamped to the local small town of Bridge  of  Allan which was heaving with people. This made it a bit difficult to find anywhere nice for lunch, but we did manage to find somewhere in the end and we followed that up with a look around a few shops. Bridge of Allan has some very nice shops. And then we came home and I was so tired I watched some gymnastics (European Women's Championships) and then went to bed for three hours. A generally ( burnt fingers notwithstanding) happy day.

And now - 

This can only mean one thing - the grandchildren are arriving very shortly ( in about two hours in fact if the Lumo train doesn't let us down. ) So filled cake tins, and a few flexible plans made for the coming week. Please bear with me if blog posts are neglected while they are here. 

M I A and July Book Review

 

I am still not over my tooth extraction whihc sounds wimpish but it wasn't until yesterday that I managed a full day without a painkiller . Today the pain is at a low level so I am hopeful that it will be totally gone in a couple of days. The gum is closing up nicely and the stitches have gone so that's all progress. 

So, July books. Somehow no J D Kirk! how can this be? but Mick Herron made three appearances. This was because The Catch and Slow Horses were my falling asleep to books in July and I suspect a  re-listen of the whole series is on the cards for the next few months. I also read a physical copy of Clown Town because the quality of the audio book was abysmal and I was sure I had missed things when (trying to) listen. 

Rounding off the crime books this time was the Crime Fiction group choice; The Sting in Her Tale by Mark Ezra. This was generally enjoyed by everyone, including me,  as a 'light summer read' but coincidences and unlikely escapes stretch credulity which is always a bit of a no-no for me. I don't regret the time reading it, especially as it didn't take long , but I won't be bothering with the next in the series. 

I met someone at the Gaskell Society Conference who is doing a Ph D on the uses of fairy tale and the fantastic in other genres, and I mentioned Nicholas Stuart Gray to her. This led to me sending her more info and to a re-read  of The Seventh Swan. It's the story of the seventh brother in the Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale; the one whose shirt wasn't quite finished in time and who was therefore left with a swan's wing. It's not my favourite of his but I still love it and I took the opportunity of it being down from the shelf to re-read it. 

I took advantage of 2 x 99p deals on Kindle in July and bought and read Written on the Dark by Guy Gavriel Kay and The Cromarty Library Circle by Shona Maclean. Written on the Dark was standard GG Kay fare; his writing is quite mannered and I find certain of his stylistic tics irritating but the plots are good and the characterisation done with more subtlety than might normally be expected in books like this. It was fun to read of an alternative medieval Europe in which the English lost Agincourt and Joan of Arc was saved from burning. The Cromarty Library Circle, an historical novel set (where else?) in the small Scottish town of Cromarty in the 1830s was really interesting; a slow burn but a very satisfying one. 

And finally  a whole bunch of people  recommended A Small Bomb at Dimperley by Lissa Evans to me. I didn't think I had heard of her before but I find she wrote the book on which the film 'Their finest' was based, and which I did see and enjoy years ago.  It seems a lot of her books are set in or just after World War 2. This one is a 'Just After' one and I loved it. What there is of plot is quite gentle but the characters, while being based in some cases on recognisable types, are finely and sympathetically drawn. It's not at all sentimental though as Evans can be quite caustic in her descriptions, but it's very honest and all her people are understandable and most of them you feel some empathy for. I'm not generally fond of small children in grown up novels but there is one here who is a triumph; instantly recognisable by anyone who has had experience of a toddler. Wholeheartedly recomnended by me and I plan to read some more. 

A New Jigsaw

 I know, what excitement (slightly sarcastic sigh!) 

This is another from the 'Dinner With ..  an artist ' series; obviously this one is Van Gogh. I'd had it on my Amazon wishlist for several years and no-one had bought it, so recently, when I was looking for something to take me over the limit for free postage I treated myself. 

Like all of these puzzles it's lovely when finished. They're generally just challenging enough; I have to say this one was perhaps the hardest of the ones I've done,because the sky was a pain, but I persevered and overall I really enjoyed doing it. Definitely a keeper but I must get around to doing some more that are destined for the charity shop soon. 

It also kept my mind off how rubbish I was feeling after my dental surgery. That was on Thursday and it wasn't until last night (Saturday) that I started feeling anything like my usual self, and that was a usual self operating at about 50%. Just another reminder that the older you get the longer you take to recover I suppose. Feeling even better today so I suppose it's onwards and upwards from now. Hope so anyway. 

Happy Birthday - from me to me.

 I'm not five, so I'm not going to do a list of 'wot I got for my birfday' , but  since it was a milestone one  I did treat myself, and bought a one day weaving workshop from Radical Weavers in Stirling. They do several different ones, but this one promised me that I would bring home a three coloured scarf so that was the one I went for. Most of August was booked up when I looked, but they had one space left on 1st August, just before my birthday, so I booked it. 

It was an early start, I had to be in Stirling and ready to go by 9.30 which is  a bit of an ask, depending on how ready you are to take a risk on the train that gets you somewhere just in time not being cancelled - that's not a risk I'm particularly willing to take when I've shelled out a significant amount of money for an all day activity. 

I've wanted to try weaving for a long time - hence the purchase of the tiny weaving kit while on holiday and which excited me enough to spur me into looking for a local workshop. There was someone in Orkney who taught weaving, but it was in six week blocks and we were never in Orkney for six consecutive weeks when she was doing the lessons. And then, when I had decided I would make sure that we were there, by dint of not booking anything until the dates for the weaving classes went up, they stopped appearing and when I messaged to enquire I got ghosted. Turns out the teacher and her husband were all caught up in building themselves a new house and she had no time for teaching,  but I can't help feeling that she could have found two minutes to message me with that information. 

Leaving that aside, now I've had a grumpy rant about it, I did finish the Stirling workshop and I did come away with a three coloured scarf and I am more or less happy with  it.. Here's a photo. 

If you've been paying attention at the back you'll realise I used the same inspiration photo for this as I did for my dyeing at Lay Family Yarn in June. Same picture, totally different effect. I'm not happy with the edges which, despite my best efforts, are a bit iffy but I know that's mainly because it was my first go and therefore a learning experience and that if I were to continue weaving they would get better. 

However I am not going to continue weaving*. I had not appreciated quite how tiring it is physically. We worked from 9.30 to 5.30 with about 40 minutes for lunch and I was exhausted long before  finishing time. Also I was bored. I know lots of people find weaving meditative and mindful and that's fine, but I didn't. I found  it dull and repetitive and totally unstimulating. I'm obviously not wired to be a weaver. But at least now I know! 

*well except for finishing the kit coaster which I'm 2/3rds of the way through. 

A Very Big Birthday

is what I celebrated earlier this week. I'm not saying quite how big it was, but those who remember Project 60  can easily work it out.

To celebrate the OH and Son No 2 and I all went out for afternoon tea at a posh local hotel. 

The food was delicious , although they could possibly have made some of the sandwiches in brown bread,  and I would have liked the offer of a second pot of tea. But those are my only really tiny niggles. They had taken on board that we didn't want anything fishy and the carrot cake had little chocolate rectangles that said Happy Birthday on them. So full marks for that. 

And I am fairly reconciled to hitting this particular landmark by reflecting that I neither look nor feel my age. That said it's been a bit of a week. 

On Monday I went to the dentist with what I thought was a gum infection which could be cured by either time or antibiotics. One x-ray later and she's recommending that she refer me to an oral surgeon for  a possibly tricky extraction. So guess where I'm going tomorrow? all the way up to that there Embra to get a tooth out. Half the time I think, well it's only having a tooth out, it's not as though you haven't had it done several times before, and the other half of the time I think ' but that's been by a normal dentist, why do I need something different now?'  And then I sway back to 'but if the OS is the expert then that's the best place to go'. And then generally I just do a mental calculation of how in X hours it will all be behind me. In addition to all this I went to see a physiotherapist this morning in an attempt to get my back sorted before our big holiday in October. 

So all in all the Big Birthday was the least of my worries! 

Wool Stats and Finished Projects for July

 Stats are good for the first time in ages. Wool in in July was Nil. Nada. Nuffink. Hooray! Albeit this was partly down to the late arrival of the Madrigal Yarn Sock club, but you know, I'll take that. 

Wool out was 447g. There were three finished projects this month. 

A scarf knitted with some wool that arrived in a swap

The socks from the June club yarn, which are for son no 2

And Freddie the Fox, which was a kit I bought very recently and made more or less straight away. The balance of the wool out went into a long term project.

Net decrease for the year is now 1986g. It's slow work getting it down, but I suppose that's what happens when most of your wool stash is 4-ply! 

A day of Two Halves-ish

 So obviously not the account of the day we both really enjoyed in Wales - that's still to come in due course. Meanwhile  on Wednesday we went up to Birnam. 

Obviously we didn't go there for a woodland walk or we would have needed to go to Dunsinane. We went to see an exhibition by my favourite print make Abbie Lois,  in the Birnam Arts Centre. 

It had a cheerful bear by the door 

and I have to say it is a lovely large bright and airy space. The gallery where the exhibition was is upstirs and this is partly  why I say it was a day of two halves because I was just a wee bit disappointed in it. This was my fault, as I was expecting there to be more new work than there actually was. A lot of the prints I had seen before and although they are lovely I'd been expecting more new things. It's one thing to nip into Stirling to see less than you had expected; another to drive all the way to Birnam for the same experience. 

Since we were in their neck of the woods we'd arranged to see my friend S and her husband for lunch and I'd suggested the cafe at the Arts Centre as on paper it looked fine. On closer in-person inspection not quite as good as anticipated, especially since it was approaching lunchtime and all they had in a savoury line was two rather depressed looking ham and cheddar baps. Even if at least one of us hadn't been a vegetarian that wasn't going to feed four of us. Luckily, as the exhibition hadn't taken as long as anticipated we were able to have a quick stroll  around the village , bits of which are very picturesque,

and we found an alternative venue, which I think was called the Oak Tree cafe and it was just what we were looking for. We managed to intercept the others before they got as far as Birnam Arts and we had an excellent lunch and, just like my previous experience at Meze Meze, we were there for quite a long time after we had  finished eating! It was great to catch up. I know my stay at the Ilkley Hotel earlier this month gave rise to some funny moments but Sharon had just been staying in a hotel in the Highlands which obviously gave it a run for its money. Much laughter around the lunch table. Definitely no lack of enjoyment during this part of the day.

I am out all day tomorrow doing something exciting, of which more anon; next post though  should be wool stats and project news for July and for the first time in a while I'm not dreading totting up the numbers!