outdoor knitting.

If you have been following me for a while, you will know that my favourite place to knit outdoors is beside the abandoned old millstones at the bottom of Stanage Edge. I have been going for years. After 7 weeks of solid heavy rain, this morning, there was a hint of a tiny blue sky so I headed out for Burbage Edge to walk to Stanage. This is what it was like

I must admit, the extremity of it all was magical. So many people were out on the moors walking, running, mountain biking – it is a gritty, strong city here.

I don’t think it was total mist and rain, I think the clouds had dropped to cover the entire moor and rock edge.

at my favourite place, I sat beneath the shelter of the overhanging rocks to knit, drink tea and look at the moving wetness. Everyone seemed moved by it.

Afterwards, my knitting was wet with cloud and mist. It smelled of Lanolin and the Peak District. How lucky are we in this country to live near such peaceful places when the world is in deeply sadening pain – and we feel it.

Kaleidoscope jumper on the hand made stone trough beside very old abandoned millstones.