Yesterday I went with two other Granny Greeners to The Glasgow School of Yarn a yarn festival organised by The Yarn Cake. It was so nice to do the journey over with L & H. Both of which whipped out projects to while way the time on the train. It was PEEING down when we arrived so threw caution to the wind and blew £6 on a taxi out to St George’s Cross and the Macintosh Church were the event was held. What a lovely location! There were also classes on but they were all knitting ones and seemed a bit advanced (Design your own shawl) so didn’t sign up to any of them. However there were free carding demos. Lots of lovely chatting. Loved hearing about one lady’s flock of 35 sheep in Wales. The tempoary cafe served up yummy stews, and cakes. And when we had run out of oomph we settled into the Mackintosh pews and did a little light crafting. Of course I was green with envy with some of the handknits being modelled. My excuse is that most of my crafting goes towards the oprhans and I do almost nothing for myself. I did however order a sushi roll for making a shawl – so will have to bend my mind towards patterns. Something to keep me going in the dark days to come.
Earlier in July I had a lovely sunday out down the east coast. Years ago I’d been to Tantallon Castle a lurking ruin overlooking the sea but never to the beach. It was a glorious day when we arrived though I had noticed some rather ominous black clouds. Eventually after padding along the bay the rain did indeed come down. After sheltering under some trees we gave up and paddled back along the sea in the rain… in for a penny in for a pound. I was most intrigued by a ruined house visible just through the thicket of trees (too think to make it worth me taking photos). A bit of googling and I find it is Seacliffe House burned down in 1907.
During my last trip south I managed a day in the V&A. I queued for tickets to see the David Bowie exhibtion I did enjoy it – though as a long time fan I wasn’t surprised by anything. I just thought the letter his mum had written to a fan to thank them for a picture of David they had painted in 1975 very sweet. The exhibtion just made me want to fix up the music situation in my life and get hold of some CD’s – all my Bowie music was on tapes which are now MIA and I have no tape deck.After queuing for tickets I had enough time to do the photographic galleries and have a very expensive sandwich in the stunning arts and crafts cafe. A small very serious toddler gave me a hard stare.