A Chilly St Ives and a Fast Learner.

So, who's the latest to learn to knit in our houselhold?



Ahh, it's Elias. I taught him how to knit on Friday afternoon and he is now to be found curled up all over the place, knitting needles to hand and with a fast-growing garter stitch scarf falling from the needles. That's the eight person I have started on the knitting path now and the clacking of needles can be heard in almost every room!



The half term flew by all too quickly with a stroll through pretty St Ives to finish. Such a cold, dark day quite in contrast to the brighter days we have been experiencing here of late, though even the depressing drizzle didn't stop us from finding things worth looking at. Beautiful traditional crab pots being woven on the quayside...



by this man who chattered away as he worked.



Such wonderful work isn't it?



It was so very cold and needless to say, Isabella managed to wander in and out of the saltwater puddles formed in the sand gulleys, drenching her shoes and socks - her wellies were by the back door covered in mud from our gardening efforts earlier in the week. Lucy, Dave and I very sensibly stayed dry!



A jumble of boats sat in front of lichen-clothed houses



with brightly coloured fishing boats waiting for the tide's return.



Plenty to scavenge along the way.



And yet more boats propped along walkways.



Half term now over and a new week begun. Let's hope it's as good as the last.
Bye for now x