London: Graffiti knitting confessional
Still in London. It seems that despite all my best intentions to get in, get out, and get back on the road, I am going to be i
Knitblast the Sixth: On yer bike, you filthy yarnstormer
Elderly lady sitting opposite me on the bus watches me for about ten minutes. I’m sitting and knitting on public transpo
Knitblast the Third: Knit at the movies
The interior of the Haymarket Odeon smells like all cinemas should. Stale popcorn and musty upholstery. The seats flip back co
Knitblast the Second: love and the scent of cat shampoo at Covent Garden
The ebb and flow of bumbagged tourists that is Covent Garden. They stand in their socks and sandals in the rare afternoon suns
Knitblast the First: return to the Whale Room
The city’s Natural History Museum is a place of dinosaur bones, fascinating facts, and the soft musical murmur of people
London: Surprise invasion of the Snow People
Cold and very grumpy trains refuse to leave their grit-platformed stations. Colder and grumpier commuters stand around Undergr
London: I bet I’ve forgotten something…
Yes, I will be travelling. Yes, I am taking six pairs of knitting needles and more sock yarn than is healthy, and ok, I am a b