The grey spring here in London has got me thinking about, or should that be longing for, a vacation. We’re going to Wales, which, I admit, is not known for its sunshine. However, it can’t be as bad as a wet week in the Lake District with a fractious toddler and rain every day. Can it?
We’re not going for another five long weeks, but I’m already dreaming about holiday knitting projects. And the gulf between my knitting fantasies and reality. Continue reading