For nearly ten years, we’ve spent what I still think of as the Whitsun half-term holiday in the Peak District. And so for the last few days, this has been the view from our tent each morning….
Okay, to be fair the first couple of days were wet and we couldn’t actually see the field opposite, but then when the sun came out, it was marvellous.
I’ve long since stopped taking any sewing on these holidays. If I can keep my fingers warm enough to hold a knife or fill the kettle, I consider I’m doing well, any thought of wielding a needle would be sheer fantasy.
But when the rain sets in, there’s always a trip to Bakewell and Wye Needlecraft. Of course I really did need some more threads – I did, honest…
And now as soon as I reach base-camp on the post-holiday laundry mountain, I’ll be able to get sewing again.