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How to be a Handmade Hero: Part 5 – Early mornings, markets and cat poo coffee

Part five of my video diary of the trip. How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Five - Early mornings, markets and cat poo coffee.

How to be a Handmade Hero: Part 4 – Babies, Bieber, Lollipops and lovely crafters

Part four of my video diary of the trip to Indonesia with Save the Children. How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Four - Babies, Bi

How to be a handmade hero: Part 3.1 – Kids, goats, bad jokes and home gardens

As part of the #imapiece Craftivist Jigsaw Project I was sent to Indonesia, on a mission to show the work they are doing to fi

London Guerilla Knitting: “My yarn is as bad ass as your spray can.”

Guerilla knitting. Street art that sings the same yarn-flavoured tune I do. Always had vague fluffy plans of releasing my knit

Kathmandu: “These eyes are considered very beautiful.”

Kathmandu. I have always wanted to come to Kathmandu, though I didn't really know anything about it. The name alone convinced

Ghorepani (2870m) to Poon Hill (3210m) to Sikha (1935m) – Trek Day Three: “Are we nearly there yet?”

It is 4.30am. It is very, very dark. It is very, very, very cold. What in the hell am I doing climbing 340 metres of perilous

Tikhedhunga (1540m) to Ghorepani (2870m) – Trek Day Two: “Golliwas in the mist”

I worry that I am slowing everyone down, and we'll all get eaten by Nepali mountain forest wolves before we reach civilisation

Naya Pul (1340m) to Tikhedhunga (1540m) – Trek Day One: “I can’t wait to put my beast legs on.”

We were off to the middle of the mountains with no guide. It was okay though. I had my woolly hat and my knitting. What more d

Pokhara: “I’ll have the steak, please. Rare.”

Nepal won my heart immediately by having pavements, neat little front gardens, and more bobblehats than you can shake a pompom

Varanasi: “Welcome to Varanasi.”

People waded into the Ganges to bathe, bent to wash clothes, stood beside the water to place floating lights on its surface, f