Notes From A Nomadic Knitter

Sometimes it just doesn't make sense to 'pop out' for bread, especially if we're staying miles away from the nearest sh...

As a contrast to the previous post which was a bit, Tales From The Septic Tank, I will share some heart-meltingly enchanting moments I ...

We are still in the midst of the off-season, which makes it sound like the equivalent of a mouldy cheese hidden in the back of the fri...

The thickest of frosts have been layering everything with a glistening veil before gradually melting in the morning sun. The Airstrea...

I knitted this cosy for my Mum, as a Christmas prezzy. I haven't made anything at all for absolutely ages (much too busy simply de...

Any day now we will have to force ourselves to leave our little corner of Shropshire. We had thought about venturing out there before...

I just found, and made usable in editing, another  couple of images from this year's Rockhill Rendezvous. I can't let this one ...