My ‘Sock’

This is my ‘sock’, descriptive and in this case literal.
In the Northern Isles in the past it was common to take your knitting known as your ‘sock’ with you when you went out for the evening with friends.

For me, knitting an actual sock makes for a very therapeutic occupation when watching television.

It’s been a beautiful day here, sunshine and warmth from first light. It’s been a busy one too, starting for me when the waning crescent moon was bright in a dark cloudless sky and finishing over a cup of coffee in Maggies with new friends and a painfully slow bus journey home through the centre of grid locked Edinburgh.