I spent a week in London visiting my mother who is less able to visit us nowadays. After the trials and tribulations of so many people over Christmas it seems I was the only person not concerned about taking the EuroStar. In fact it went like clockwork - although there was a brief delay in Lilles (where I change trains) because of some "security incident" in Brussels. Of course I took a large suitcase which weighed next to nothing on the way as it was half empty (he-he!).
One of the downsides of living in a 14th century house is the central cooling system. Drafts are everywhere and frankly, although we do turn it on, the heating system doesn't stand a chance. The sitting-room and the kitchen have chimney fires which keep us snug but for the rest of the time we just put on more clothing - especially hand knitted items.
I have to admit that amongst my many pleasures of a trip to visit my mother in London was the knowledge that I wouldn't be cold. I could get into bed without a hot water bottle and not shivver for five minutes. I could sleep without bedsocks. Walk around the flat in just one wooly jumper. Don't get me wrong - it wasn't hot in the flat, just not COLD!There was a fair bit of knitting time in London. (And on the way for that matter - socks seem to be so straightforward for train knitting and I got one done on the way and the second almost done on the way back.) I had ordered the Rowan 40 magazine and it was waiting for me in the flat together with the wool for Celtic (ravelry link). I finished the back and one front in London and the second front back here in France. Half way up the first arm now and all I can say is that a girl really could get sick of cabling after a while! However, thanks to a kind person on Ravelry I have learnt to cable with a cabling needle and what a difference that makes. No more needle gymnastics for one thing and an enormous improvement in speed for another. I will post instructions when I have photos of Celtic to show off.
I also managed to visit Peter Jones where I seemed to come away with enough wool for a man's sweater - Max has been quietly (sic) mentioning that all this knitting seems to be for one person. Well, all right, maybe, in fact definitely. Now I just need to work out a pattern for him.
My suitcase by this time was bulging and there was barely room for the haggis (4 x 500gms so two kilos) that friends had ordered for Burn's Night. I worked it out - my suitcase on the trip back wasn't only full, but approximately five kilos heavier (I bought another Rowan magazine and they are not lightweight) than the trip out. Somehow fellow travellers seemed to understand and magically appeared to help me get my bag on and off the train.