Wednesday, 10 August 2016

Addicted to Sock Knitting eZine giveaway!

Oooh, I do so love a giveaway...

The very lovely Debra at Addicted to Sock Knitting is hosting a fantastic HArry Potter-themed giveaway this month for everyone who pre-orders the summer issue before the end of the month...have a look at this excellent swag. Link here or on the graphic...go, make haste woman! 

ASK giveaway link

Wednesday, 3 August 2016

Village People

Hi everyone! It's that time again - I'm stockpiling some lovely undyed yarn for the shop, shaking up my dye bottles, and praying for sunshine.

It's bright but still muggy here in England, the air is really thick and damp, making everything just that bit more tiring. We've been hard at work on a new workshop, building in more electrical sockets, better lights, and adding more insulation. (I am using the royal 'we' here - it's actually my beloved husband Simon and my father in law, but hey - I'm supervising!)

If you live in the East Midlands or London you might have seen my village in the news recently. Oh boy howdy, it's the most exciting thing to happen in Barrow since 1851.

Our railway bridge fell down!

Early Tuesday morning - thankfully after the last train had gone through - a part of the Victorian railway bridge collapsed, opening up a water main and leaving rubble across both tracks. We link Leicester and London with Nottingham and points North, making us a key line through the Eastern part of Britain. So once that train line was blocked commuters started backing up really fast.

I found out when I started my walk to the station just after seven on Tuesday morning; of course I quickly joined the crowd of Village Gawpers discussing the bridge (waiting to happen) the replacement buses (too few, too crowded) and offering opinions on spending on infrastructure outside of London (dismal; unworthy; have the Government ever been North of Watford Gap?)

The view of the bridge...or rather a lovely flowering of signs!
BBC Leicester has interviewed nearly everyone in the village by now. The train line is still not open on the second day. We've never felt more famous! I feel that the village association may erect a plaque, or a monument, or maybe hold some sort of commemorative event every year from now on. The Day People Knew Where We Lived.

There's some rather better pictures than mine on the BBC website here if you'd like to see the damage.  And some excellent conspiracy theories about late-night Network Rail 'repairmen' that I would just really love discussing at length with the people who started them - just how big was the drill, do they think? Like, oil-platform big? How did no-one hear the nefarious drilling? And what - what on earth - was the idea behind it - did they have a backlog of road closed signs they were itching to break out?

Anyway, enough village gossip. I may dye a commemorative yarn.

If you're interested in the actually-riveting history of my village, check out the website of BUSCA and find out why we are the only village to have the bones of an extinct animal on our cricket team's flag, whether there really is a field here call Up Far Wallox, and other gripping bits of Les Historie. I shall be holding a quiz next week.