|Fruit Slice and a pot of tea = £3.50 Bargain!|
Yesterday, the cafe overlooking the shore opened for The Season. Reminiscent of the First Night of a long-awaited Broadway revival, the owner’s exuberant excitement was almost too much for me after several days of peaceful retreat from the world.
But there was cake.
Cake of a quality which will require me to gather my strength for a repeat performance before we go home.
The owner makes fabulous art-teachery jewellery too. Definitely a destination for the stereotypical English Visitor of a certain age. (And me.)
|Lisette Portfolio dress comes out to play – yay!|
Back at the holiday house, I have made a toile bodice for my Mortmain dress. As far as I can tell, it is going to fit. But a tailor’s dummy would have been helpful. How else to check the fit without a spare zip or yogic pinning skills?
|Toile-ing away: say cheese and bend your knees|
Today I cut out my “real” fabric.
|A game of match-the-cat|
And knitted a bit of Christine’s hat.
|Second repeat of Chart C underway|
And I turned my back on the dog long enough for him to find and devour a deer bone in the forest… and wash it down with some fresh highland spring water. It’s worse than having a toddler.
FL is having a sleepy day today.