A Bluestocking Knits

This is, as it happens, one of the rare times when I have actually found time to knit while traveling.

Above, somewhere along the Stratford canal, motoring between Wilmcote and Stratford — I must say, it was very pleasant to sit in the bow and knit as the scenery slipped leisurely by, and a passing narrowboater even called out, "That looks relaxing!" — and below, a few days earlier at LAX, waiting for our flight to Heathrow via Toronto.

Yes, Air Canada — why? points.  Fantastic!

Some days later still, on the garden step of our B&B in Kent, the morning after an hour and a half or so when David and the girls went off in search of Sunday supper in the depths of the country.  I was feeling a bit anti-supper at the time, so lounged about on a sofa in the sitting room in utter solitude, watching the afternoon dwindle into evening — which by the way was a lovely sight, as Kent does evenings very well, I must say.

The sock is, as it happens, called "It's Tea Time" (!) and the moment I saw it again in my copy of Around the World in Knitted Socks by Stephanie van der Linden a few weeks ago as I poked around for a suitable project, it seemed the utterly obvious choice, of course.  I had a skein of Shepherd Sock in this pretty pastel pink, and thought they would be a pleasing combination.  The photo at the airport is not all airport knitting, as I worked the ribbing and one repeat of the leg pattern beforehand to make sure that the gauge and fit would work — I didn't actually get much done at the airport, as it happened.  But as I say, this is certainly the most I've ever managed on a trip, so I'm happy with it! and I have since arriving back home turned the heel and begun the gusset ….