Monday, 14 June 2010
We've just had a great weekend at a family reunion in Stow-on-the-Wold youth hostel, which must have seen some of its most venerable 'youth' in residence for many years. A lot of B&Bs and pub rooms were involved too, but it wasn't our (genuinely) young relations beating a drum and blowing home-made World Cup trumpets on the late side in the market square on Saturday night. Had I known the level of good-natured local tolerance, I might have taken the moth trap and illuminated the Cotswolds with its glow. As it is, I'm making do with these woollen butterflies which appeared on lots of local benches, lamp-posts, wrists etc as part of Worldwide Knit in Public Day. I had never heard of this, but it was celebrated enthusiastically in Stow on Saturday, much as used to happen in the Yorkshire Dales where the cottage industry was so vigorous in the 18th century that people spoke in awe of 'the terrible knitters of Dent.' They meant terrible in terms of energy, rather than any lapse in knit-one, purl-one. Back in Leeds on Sunday evening it was pouring with rain, but my son and daughter-in-law in Mexico cheered me up by showing me some exotic caterpillars on Skype.