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 knits into the city I am in all kinds of love with. Always admired those who have done it before me. Never really dreamed I would be standing nervously in the shadow of St Paul’s cathedral, pockets full of stocking stitch and fat tapestry needles, on the lookout for ‘the filth’ patrolling the historic building front, while the American queen of knitting...
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Kathmandu. I have always wanted to come to Kathmandu, though I didn't really know anything about it. The name alone convinced me it was somewhere I needed to see. What did this Cat Man look like?
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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 rock stairs with only a headtorch for light?
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I worry that I am slowing everyone down, and we'll all get eaten by Nepali mountain forest wolves before we reach civilisation.
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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 does a girl trekking to thousands of metres need?
Read MorePokhara: “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 at. It doesn't take much.
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