Return of the Knitting Nomad

I have been telling people for about 3 days that I would get to this post "tomorrow", and finally, tomorrow is here.

We are back from our trip to the Eyre Peninsula, and had a great time. The weather was cooperative. It didn't rain at all, and we had no days that could be considered in any way "hot". Quite the contrary really. The nights, and even some of the days, were more on the cool side.

I'm not going to load this post down with pictures any more than necessary, as I have put every single one of them on my Flickr account, so you can see them here . In case you can't get there with that link, my name on flickr is buttonbrite and they are under the heading of "Elliston and the Eyre Peninsula". If you don't have a flickr account, it's easy to make one, and it's free. On the post here, I'll try to just stick to one or two photos from each place we explored, plus, of course, the knitting I did on the trip, and any knitting or spinning I've done since.

We left here in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, around 2AM (not MY idea, I assure you). It was handy though, as we got through Adelaide and anything remotely considered city terrain before the birds were even stirring. I started the journey knitting on the jumper I'm making for Kaitlyn, but unfortunately ran out of yarn before I could finish the shoulder areas of the front of the jumper. The yarn for the sleeves is slightly different, so I couldn't use that, so I was forced to put it away for the rest of the trip.


I then turned my attention to the socks I was knitting for my father in law, and knitted on them for the remainder of the trip over. I was working on the legs, a nice k2p1 rib, simple enough to keep up with and still take in the scenery.

We drove through the morning, passing through Whyalla at around 8:30 AM, on down through Cowell and then across the peninsula, passing heading toward Cleve. It was about then that we started looking for a nice spot to pull over and have lunch, preferably with a picnic table. We would have settled on just stopping in Cleve, but interestingly, about 5kms before reaching the town, we saw one of those blue picnic table signs, with an arrow off to our right, so we decided to see what was there.

What we found was a lovely little picnic area, complete with facilities, and walking trails leading up to the Yeldulknie Weir, an old weir built in the early 1900's to provide a water supply for the area. It's old wheelhouse had been restored, and the rock to build it had come from a nearby quarry. In these much dryer days, there wasn't much water behind it, but it was very interested to walk and look around.

The weir:


The trail down to the picnic area:


We did a short stop in the town of Cleve proper, and I checked YET another newsagency for the Winter08 edition of Interweave Knits. Once again, I was unsuccessful. I also visited an op shop there, and did find a drinking glass for Chris very similar to one I broke recently, which he was quite happy about.

We left Cleve and continued our journey west. Roadside art being popular in the region, as we neared Elliston we saw this display, and had to stop for photos:


Then there's Mount Wedge, whose shape is the product of a rare geological event only Chris can explain properly, so I won't try, but I did find it interesting to look at:


Finally, we arrived in Elliston and checked into our cabin in mid-afternoon. I didn't get any pictures of the cabin, although heaven knows why not, as I seemed to get a shot of everything else. It was roomy enough, with two full bedrooms and a living room/kitchen area. The only drawback was that it only had one arm chair and the kitchen table, when I so love to have a couch, and of course, the beds were in different rooms, so one of us had to set in one of the less than comfy table chairs to watch TV at night. Still, with it not getting dark until after 9PM, due to it being mid summer and how far west they are in the time zone, well, we didn't watch much anyway.

It also had a huge veranda, where I spent most of my time at the cabin, happily puffing away on my fags and knitting ferociously.

On the first day there, we wandered down to the jetty,



and out on it were I took this picture of part of the township of Elliston:



And the caves that are on each side of the jetty:



And me on the rocks near the beach:



That night, having finished as much as I could do on Kaitlyn's jumper, I started a gauge square in "tree stitch" for the textured block pattern cardigan (aka the Bustaroony cardi). The stitch pattern is quite intricate, with lots of counting, and demands your full attention every step of the way, but it was quite interesting.



The following day, Wednesday, we headed out for points north, namely Port Kenny and Talia. I did take heaps of pictures of Port Kenny, but they are for one of my ressies, and nothing really worth repeating here (or on Flickr). It's a nice little town, but not so very picturesque.

The beaches, cliffs and caves around Talia, on the other hand, are breathtaking, and rate up there in my top five places on the planet. There are steps down to the Talia caves, which makes them quite easy to access.


Right at the bottom of these steps is a cave called "The Woolshed". Well, with a name like that, you know I would have to love it right away, now don't you. It's quite deep, and there's a tidal stream that runs up to it with the tides and the crashing waves.

The Woolshed from the outside:


And a shot of the inside:


Me on the rocks outside the Woolshed:


The picture at the top of this blog post is a picture of the rocks and ocean as seen from the smooth rocks in front of the Woolshed. I could have stayed there all day. Heck, all week.

But there was more to see, and just a short distance away is "The Wash Tub", another one of Talia's caves. I wish I could describe it better, but essentially it is a big roundish hole in the cliff, that fills up with water during high tide and the force of the waves makes it churn. Also called the "Devil's Washtub" it is quite interesting and beautiful, but the edges look none to stable, so I admit I was a bit skittish about getting to close to the edge. Consequently, the photo's could have been better if I had had the nerve to get close enough to shoot down into the "tub".



After that, we traveled a bit further down to Talia beach, where we carried my beach umbrella, knitting, eskie (cooler), a few healthy snacks and fishing gear down to the beach. My mission, of course, was to relax and knit under my umbrella, and look out over the beautiful beach:



Knitting on the beach isn't the easiest thing to do. It's rather damp, and the FIL's socks I was working on at first were simply sticking to the needles and not sliding as they should, so I switched to the fluffier cardigan swatch, and that went much more smoothly. I'll have to rememeber that those "tiny" stitch projects are the best for knitting far away from the damp salt spray of the ocean.

Chris, on the other hand, wanted to try a bit of surf fishing (something I have neither an interest in or the talent for).



He did have fun, but he didn't have much luck in actually catching any fish, which of course suited us fine, as neither of us eat them. As the afternoon crept away, the sea breeze became rather chilly, and we finally packed up and headed back to the cabin in Elliston, where I prepared dinner (yes me, imagine that).

I might add here, that due to my changed eating habits of late, I'm avoiding eating out if I can, and so in preparation we packed enough meals for each night but one, and plenty of sandwich stuff for lunch, fruit and healthy snacks. I thought this might be tricky, and even boring, but it was great in the end. We ate our lunches in some beautiful and interesting places, and it was not trouble at all to pack it all in the eskie and make our sandwiches on the spot. Better by far to eat on the cliffs overlooking the ocean that in some dimly lit restaurant or pub! I would highly recommend it, whether you are on a special eating plan or not. Plus, heaven only knows how much money it saved us, even though that wasn't our primary concern. Still, I think we probably saved $400 or so using this method.

Thursday we set out to sightsee along the coast south of Elliston. But first, Chris had a special mission. He wanted to visit some farmers who live out that way that he knew back 20 years ago when he used to teach at Wuddina. So we dropped in on the house, and sure enough, the fellow remembered Chris. Chris wanted to revisit the ruins of an old coachhouse where he and a fellow teacher, and later some students, came to visit way back when. So after obtaining permission, we drove back onto his property, down varous field rows and thru paddocks until we found this ruin.

It seems an old coachhouse road, circa 1880's or so, ran straight through this area.


The coachhouse was now a pile of rock and ruin, but Chris wanted to do some fossicking, so he pulled out his shovel and went to digging. Meanwhile, I sat in the car and begin highlighting my size on the cardigan pattern I was going to start soon, and generally doing doing knitty stuff. It didn't take long for my woolie pursuits to attract the interest of a couple of wooly guest wandering the paddock, who were gracious enough to pose for a photo:



Chris managed to find a few buried bottles from the 1860's or thereabouts, and for my part, I had a marvelous time setting in the beautiful weather in a lovely setting surrounded by sheep while working on the preparations for getting the cardi started. There was a nice breeze that kept most of the flies at bay, and it was just lovely and peaceful, I wouldn't have minded if he stayed there digging all day.

But after an hour and a half or so, Chris grew tired of the shoveling, and had found several prizes and was ready to move on. We drove down to a lake in the paddocks looking for other ruins he knew of, and then returned to the main highway. It was, by that time, past time for lunch, but it was only a short piece down the road to Sharinga Beach. We didn't go to the beach itself, but drove up a nearby cliff road to a point overlooking the beach, and there we made lunch, and ate admiring the scenery:


After that, we continued our journey south, winding up at Drummond Point. It was quite cold there on the cliffs. The wind coming in of the ocean was chilly and fierce, and these pictures don't do justice to how high the cliffs actually were:




We didn't stay long before deciding to head back for Elliston. That evening, I managed to finally finish the FIL's socks:

Honestly, I had hit a knitting black hole with them. I had just knit and knit and knit and the leg never seemed to grow an inch! So I was vastly relieved that they were finished.

I then cast on a new pair of toe up socks, two at a time of course using magic loop, from a pattern I'd downloaded to my laptop off of Ravelry called the Overlapping Leaves Toe Up Sock Pattern. I had carried along my Colinette Jitterbug sock yarn in greenish brown shades that I had bought at the sheep and wool show in Bendigo, which I thought would be perfect.

The next day was Friday, our last full day and night there. We had decided early on that we weren't doing any real driving that day, but were devoting it to Elliston. We headed out early in the morning for a long walk. We started out on the trail across the street from the caravan park, walked along it until we came to the road leading down to the boat ramp, and then headed down the Esplanade, all at a brisk pace.

We wound up at the base of a large peninsula that effectively separates Waterloo bay from the Ocean. It had tracks running out onto it, so our brisk trail/street walk then turned into a bush walk. We headed up onto the Peninsula, and the view from there was spectacular in any direction you looked. I took lots of pictures from there (again, I'll refer you to my Flickr page for the bulk of them). But here are a few...






As you can see by my shirt, it was quite windy, but the day was warmer overall, and the outlook from there quite remarkable.

The rest of that day was spent loafing around, not doing much of anything. We did go into town and got a few souveniers and a few top up groceries, but otherwise, Chris watched TV, napped, or read and I sat on that lovely big veranda and knit. I finally cast on the Bustaroony cardigan and started knitting the garment proper.

The next day, we packed up and said goodbye to Elliston. We were headed for Port Lincoln, but decided to take a slight detour and visit the small seaside town of Coffin Bay. I had never been there, and Chris hadn't been there in decades, and was quite surprised by how much it had been developed.

We ate lunch by "Shell Beach" during low tide:

and later watched people out in the sand gathering cockles to use as fish bait.

The bay itself was beautiful, and we stopped at a little roadside park near the boat ramp where I took this shot:


From there, we headed on down to Port Lincoln and found the cabin we had booked there. It was a nice place, more resembling a motel suite than a cabin, and after comparitively "roughing it" in Elliston, it was pure luxury (albeit, it did have a measley porch in comparison to the cabin in Elliston.

After arriving, my mobile phone suddenly came to life, and I had a text message on there from one of my Ravelry friends, Jane of Moseley Park who was letting me know that she would be in Tumby Bay Sunday, so we texted back and forth with details, and I made plans to stop by the arts and crafts show where she would have her fibres and yarns set up.

We walked around the town area that afternoon, and then drove up to the Lookout overlooking Boston Bay and Port Lincoln.


That night, we ate out at a local Chinese Restaurant that was simply devine. I splurged and had the Mongolian Beef, my favorite Chinese food, but not exactly a part of my new eating plan.

The next morning we left out on our long journey home. First though, a stop in Tumby Bay's Arts & Crafts show. We had a lovely chat, and I had a look and a feel of all the fibre goodies Jane had displayed there, and then decided on a few small purchases (as there wasn't enough room in the car for any BIG ones ;). I bought a skein of handdyed bamboo sock yarn, merino tops and EL/mohair tops to spin. Yummy!



And later, I snuck back in and got a photo of Jane "hard at work"...lol:



Then it was on to Whyalla, where I had plans to meet up with another RAV friend, one who I had never met f2f before. We arrived in Whyalla in the early afternoon, and ROSIE was there waiting for me. Chris and I had lunch while she had a cuppa, then Chris politely excused himself to go wander over to the shopping mall while we talked "shop". I had a great time looking at ROSIES spinning work, and some lovely glitz fibre she had dyed, then I took her out to the car, showed her the projects I was working on, and the things I had bought from Jane. Shortly before we reluctantly had to leave, Chris took this shot of the two of us:



The rest of the trip home seemed to not take nearly as much time as I thought it would. I worked on the cardigan most of the way, and the pattern was interesting and difficult enough to keep my mind occupied. By the time we had gotten home, I had almost finished the 17cm's of tree pattern of the bottom part of the back piece of the cardigan:



The socks hadn't been totally neglected. I managed to make quite a bit of progress on them as well:



And I came up with a name for them. Due to the color of the yarn, and the way the stitch pattern looks on the yarn, it resemble crocodile skin. Thus, my "Croc Socks":


Well folks, I have done a few other things since arriving home, mainly spinning more wool for Kaitlyn's jumper, and also I've spun up half of the EL/Mohair blend I bought from Jane, but piccies and details will have to wait until the next post. This post is entirely too long, and has taken entirely too much time.

So without further ado...that's all folks!

Going Bush

Well, the day has arrived, or rather the night. We are leaving tonight, or rather, the wee hours of the morning, but closer to midnight than than dawn, on our trip to the Eyre Peninsula. We'll be leaving out at about 2AM, heading through Adelaide before there's any traffic, and then up towards Port Augusta. We should see the sunrise somewhere near there. We'll then go down to Cowell, and from there, head west across the Peninsula to Elliston. We'll be in Elliston for 4 nights, leaving there Saturday, and going down around the coast and Port Lincoln, then up the Eastern shores of the peninsula, where we will spend the night somewhere. We're just not sure where yet. We should be getting back home sometime Sunday night.

I've spent the last two days getting things together and packing. I've sorted through my knitting, and decided on the projects I will take.

Of course, I have two WIP's right now, and neither will take very long to finish. I'm still working on the entrelac jumper for my granddaughter. I didn't have enough yarn to finish it, so I dyed and spun up some more. That little project took some time, but the yarn is all ready now.



Knitting wise, I have the back completed, and am over half way finished with the front.

Once I finish the front, it will go quickly. The sleeves, done in simple stockingnet stitch and rather small, won't take much time at all. I plan on knitting on it on the trip there, and will likely have it ready to be sewn together by the time we reach Elliston.

I'm also taking along the "old fashioned" socks I'm knitting for my father-in-law. I'm a couple of inches up the leg on them, so the K2P1 knitting round and round will be good mindless knitting when that's what I need. I'll also carry it along up front with me, for when I finish the jumper, or maybe just when I need a change.


Once I finish these two projects, I'm going to start my Cleckheaton cardigan. I have brought the pattern and few skeins of yarn for that project. I still need to do guage squares, so I'm thinking I won't get far on that. I also plan on starting another pair of socks, because I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't have a pair of socks on the go. I just haven't figured out which pattern I want to use yet, so I've downloaded some on the laptop to look through, plus I'm taking a couple of sock pattern books and praying for inspiration.



I plan on having a fairly lazy holiday, full of beach walks, sitting on the beach knitting, a bit of getting my toes wet, and some lovely drives through the bush. It's a very peaceful place and peaceful is what I'm looking for.

I'll make a nice big post full of pictures shortly after I get back. Until then...

The very old, and the very new

My birthday has now come and gone. I did very very well, I do believe. But let me start where I left off, more or less, and take things in order.

After my last post, I had a couple of nights work, with a couple of days of trying to sort things out with my spinning. I worked on finishing the brown yarn, and have, by now, almost completed it. The more or less leftover slivers I have spun on two bobbins now, and will, likely, get about half a skein out of it, but as I plan on using it all, I figured spinning it all up would be a good idea. But we've seen the brown...on several occasions, so I won't include it here.

Last Friday, I came straight home from work so that I could be home just in case the laptop we had ordered for my birthday present from Chris turned up. Alas, it didn't, which in one respect is a good thing, since he would have had a hard time keeping me away from in. But it made me anxious. There is no Saturday or Sunday mail here in my part of South Australia, so that meant that either it showed up Monday, on my actual birthday, or (heaven forbid) it would be late. That didn't leave much room for error.

On Saturday, we met the inlaws at Dundee's Pub for a nice birthday lunch from their buffet. My mother in law gave me a tray, a boaty tea towel, and a card with $100 in it, which I expected more or less. That was already earmarked to be my "wireless router" money. Normally, they give me a gift certificate for one yarn shop or the other, but this year, Chris told them to just give me cash. It was a lovely lunch, but as I had worked the night before, and was about to work again that night, it was necessarily a short one.

Sunday we went to the Murray Bridge show, which was fun, but had only about half of the things they had there last year. I'm not sure why, but there you go. We did enjoy ourselves though. I bought a bag/purse type thing to replace my old one, which has seen better days, and some fudge, and nachos (a rarity around here) for lunch.

One amazing thing about the Murray Bridge show, from my perspective anyway, is an event that they call "sheaf tossing". It's an old Scottish game, apparently. A pitchfork type instrument is used to toss a "sheaf" over a pole that looks sort of like a goal post at a football game. The sheaf is bag of wheat..although I can't swear wheat is what's in there. I get the impression that it's the weight and balance of the sheaf that matters.

The idea is, you jab your pitchfork into the sheaf and swing it about a couple of times to warm up or get momentum or something:



And then you toss it over the crossbar pole:



Those who make it over the pole in this round, move on to the next round. The pole is raised a bit higher, and they start the process all over again.

It's really taken pretty seriously, and is surprisingly fun to watch. Apparently, there are teams who do this from all over the world. Some fellows from Ireland were at the MB show last year, but this year it appeared to just be the locals. Contestants range in age from their teens to seniors, but the main age range seems to be 30 to 50 somethings.

Whenever I want to think this sport odd, I just remind myself of how others see my Western Action Shooting, and I stop being so judgemental.

Just across the way from the sheaf tossing was the old standby, my favorite in any show, the sheep dog competition. Here's one brave working doggy going thru the paces:



I find these dogs pretty amazing, really, and their trainers as well, since I could never get a dog to do anything it didn't want to really. I admire their patience and skill.

I think though, what we had the very MOST fun watching was this thing they did this year, and I have no idea what they were calling it, that was sort of like kneeboard skiing on the grass. The teams were made up of four. One had to ride the kneeboard, while the other three pulled the ropes and drug that person on the board across the grass along a course, then turned (and could switch board riders at this point) and drug the rider back to the start.



It was an absolute hoot. I don't know who made this game up, but it was clear everyone participating was amatuers. The cursing, the falling, the tripping...it was hysterical. It was, in short, the best time I had at the show this year.

After all of this gaity, I wandered into the crafts building. I looked around a bit at all the lovely fleeces (prize winning and otherwise):





I just love to wander amongst the fleeces, and I can't keep my fingers off. I do restrain myself though, because what I'm really tempted to do is roll around in them all.

I then paid a visit to the booth set up by the Murray Bridge Spinners and Weavers Guild.



These ladies proved to have a marvelous sense of humour and no small amount of skill! I was most impressed with one ladies little bear she was making with a hot felting method. A very interesting craft, but as I later told Chris, probably not one I would be any good at. It looked as though you must have some sort of artistic talent to pull it off, as it was essentially a little felt sculpture.

I had a chat with them, told them I was a fairly new spinner, and they invited me around to visit them on Wednesday afternoons when they meet. I could go every other week at least, as that would work well with my work scedule. I can't wait to pay them a visit, but it will probably be after the school holidays now before I will get a chance to. I DO plan to go though. They were so friendly and inviting, how could I NOT want to go.

Which brings me to Monday, my actual birthday. I was off work Sunday night, so I had a good nights sleep and was up bright and early in the morning. Chris was up early too, as he was spending the day preparing for his upcoming boating outing with workmates. We also both had in mind that the delivery truck might come early, as it often does here, and we didn't want to miss it.

I had no idea who "the deliverer" was going to be. AusPost always..ALWAYS...shows up between 8 o'clock and 9:30 in the morning, but when 10 o'clock came and went, I was starting to get a wee bit nervous. I hadn't given up yet though. I pottered around the house as best I could. I got on the computer and checked my mail, and I had a fantastic birthday email from my youngest son, so sweet it almost made me cry.

My mom then got online and caught me on MSN and told me she was about to call. She had sent me a present, and it had arrived about a week before, but I hadn't opened it yet. I opened it while we talked on the phone. Now I had given her some pretty specific ideas of what I wanted, and she didn't fail me in the least. In the package I found a lovely dress for me to wear during the Western Action shoots, something very difficult to find here in Australia:



I was pleased as punch, and as you can see, it fits! Even the length is just right, which is a rarity for me, short as I am.

Later, Chris was in the kitchen, preparing a dinner that he was going to take on the outing with him when the phone rang. Consequently, I answered the phone, something I don't do often if Chris is here...it's always for him. It was the delivery fellow, checking to make sure I was home. He must have heard the delight in my voice, I was over the moon when I told him to come on and hurry.

The laptop arrived and I could barely contain myself. It seems silly almost that I should be so excited over something, and yet I was terribly excited. I wanted to rip into the box, but contained myself and opened it carefully. Inside was my beautiful yellow Dell laptop! I loved it at first site:





I got it out, plugged it in, turned it on, unplugged it and let it run on batteries, and generally poked and prodded it, learning where it's bits were located and generally what I could do with it. It runs Vista, and I've never worked on Vista before, so that's a learning curve I'm still dealing with. I can't tell you if I like it or don't yet. I'm still not used to it though.

I still had yet to get a wireless router. I only got the money Saturday, and Sunday we went to the show, and both were workdays, so I simply hadn't gotten it done. So an hour or two after getting the laptop, I loaded it up gently and took it to town with me. I had originally planned to shop for the router in Mt Barker, particularly at Harvey Normans, but at the last minute I decided to look in Murray Bridge first. I do prefer to shop local, but mainly I just wanted to get it and get my new toy online ASAP.

So I went down to Bridge Computers and found just what I needed for only $75 dollars. Now I knew they had one on sale in Mt Barker for around $60, but once you factored in fuel costs to get there and back, I would have only broken even and wasted time. So I bought this Netgear Wireless Router G :



and brought it home.

When I got home, Chris was on the desktop computer, which I needed, of course, to hook up the router. I pretended to be patient, and indeed, I did have other things that needed attention, but I was less than patient in my heart. I'm glad now, though, that I was, because Chris gave me a shout soon and said that Justin, my oldest son, was online and looking for me. So I talked to Justin through Chris' MSN and he wished me a happy birthday! I was so happy to hear from him!

I told him about the computer and the router and what I had to do and how badly I wished he was here to do it for me. He's so good at things like that, and always used to program my TV's and VCR's and hook all the cable thingies. I miss him dreadfully all the time, but particularly at times like these.

He assured me that it would be easy as eating cake, and after we finished our conversation, I found out that he was absolutely right. I had these awful images of ISP numbers and having to delve into those remote areas of the computer that I hate to deal with, but in the end, all I had to do was run a disk and bingo bango, I was online and wireless! I was stoked.

So, of course, the very next thing I did was take my new laptop outside, and make sure the range made it to the veranda, where I am banished to smoke my nasty fags when Chris is home. It worked! I was sitting in the beautiful South Australian sunshine typing away in Ravelry! WHAT A GAS! I trotted around the rest of the house then, testing it in every room. I don't think I put the computer down for the rest of the evening. I took it outside every cigarette. I set it up on my table while I sat on the couch watching TV with Chris. I even sat right there and checked the TV guide online for him, because the TV book that he had had "TBA" written under one timeslot. So cool!

Monday night, I even took it to work. Work that night, however, was an absolute mess, the details of which I'd rather not relive, so I didn't even get it out of the bag, much less get to know it better. But still, like a security blanket, it was there.

The next couple of days were more work and very little play, but today, finally, I have time off and can enjoy it to my satisfaction. I went this morning, and bought a cordless mouse for it:



which hasn't exactly improved the computers performance, but more my performance on it. I've never like the little "fingerpad" navigation on a laptop, and with this mouse, all I have to do is plug a little gadget into the USB port and wahhhlahhh, the mouse does the rest. Much, much better!

Over my day off, I've picked up the spinning again, and finally moved on from the ever lasting brown. I took out the roving I had dyed with koolaid recently, and began to spin it, keeping the colors in sections:



I've managed to get almost a bobbin full so far, and I like the way it looks. I might do the second bobbin with the colors reversed, starting on the other end of the roving, and then see how that plies together. Or maybe finally do that Navaho plying. I haven't made up my mind yet.

I took the picture at the very top of this post to show how my little section of the living rooms looks right at this minute. On reflection, what an interesting picture. The very old craft of spinning blended, right in my living room, with the present day advanced technology. It rather boggles the mind when I think of it.

I've done a bit of knitting, and almost finished off the sleeve to the CPH. I only like about an inch of knitting in pattern and then the shoulder shaping. I'm going to try and finish that off tonight, and also do the maths for an upcoming project that will remain nameless, that I will start on in the next couple of days. I've also started another Christmas project, but in the name of surprises, I will not post about it here. I will, however, have them up on Ravelry soon.

I have to work all weekend, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, and then I'm off for 3 days. We are leaving out Tuesday morning for a short 2 day trip to Port Victoria, which is my favorite place on earth. We have rented a seaside cabin there, and I plan to knit by the sea, and perhaps even take my spindle and a bit of fibre to try and hone my spindle skills (which are sorely lacking).

My laptop will be taking it's maiden holiday trip, but I'm fairly certian the cabins we are staying in don't have internet access. But I'll make do. I've downloaded my Scrabble game and some card games, an audio book and my Canon camera's download program, so I will have bits to do on it. I've also thought I might write my blog on there, each day as things happen, and then transfer the data to here when I get back and get online. Ah, the possibilities!