Yesterday I had to go to the post office to send my niece her birthday present. Consequently I have some new yarn. Anybody who is not a knitter will think this is a complete non-sequitor, but the rest of you will understand completely how a trip to the post office can yield some rather lovely yarn even in a town totally devoid of any proper yarn shops at all.
Deep in the covered market, buried behind the enormous and rather bright machine washable balls I found this. Pale, soft and perfect for this seaside throw. I skipped back up the hill. For now I have a new project ready and waiting as I complete the toe of my last sock, and better still I have a whole weekend away with friends for scrapping, and knitting and chatting and reading and walking and writing and I am so happy.