From Chile With Love

I apologise for today's lazy blip of a jacket for Glasgow granddaughter which is hot off the needles using wool dyed by artisans in Araucania, Chile.
I can almost smell that country in the finished article and it is certainly rugged enough for the mountains there; it felt like knitting with rug wool, although it was advertised as being double knitting thickness.

If the Dennistoun moths are as attentive as ever, they will have a feast to remember, should they discover this 100% wool offering.

Other than hosing down groundsheets and airing the tent, there has not been much activity in the Dower House this morning. Coffee has been drunk, neighbours chatted to, the crossword has been done, and so nothing for it now but watching 'the gentle rain as it droppeth from heaven upon the place beneath', and start speed reading the next book group read-'May We be Forgiven' by A.M.Holmes.

I'm so glad we are not holed up in a tent in a wet field- timing is everything.