Take one special place.
Hold those misty fells and old stones in your mind while dying up a skein of yarn.
Knit stripes, meditatively.
One scarf, made of memories.
Filed under crafting, favourite places, memories
I did wonder when you dyed it if it was there or possibly Robin Hole with the rocks and the moors.
Robin Hole would have purple and russet and gold…
0h, I want to be there.
Not long till Easter?
Lovely. I miss that view, I must come in June even with the ridiculous travelling options.
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