Not a snowflake in sight


While the rest of the country is covered in snow, the flat Fylde coast escapes.

It’s a weird sensation walking on frozen, slippery sand.  Jack Frost has sprinkled glitter in the dips and furrows left behind by the sea. Salty puddles are iced over.  It must have been a cold night.


Frozen sand


Frozen ripples

Sunlight creates shadowy patterns, and I think of hot waffles with maple syrup and salted caramel ice cream.


Sand patterns

The mountains of North Wales and the Lake District are snow-capped.  There’s an icing-sugar dusting of snow over the Bowland Fells and across the Ribble towards Winter Hill. Breathtakingly beautiful.

North Wales

Snow-capped Welsh Mountains

And what have we got?  Just a glorious, sunny day and spectacular views.


St Annes Beach Huts



































































































Mission 2 complete

Mission 2

Scarf & Hat

At the expense of being boring,
that’s another scarf in the bag!
Different wool
Different hook
Different experience altogether

As for experimenting with rounds
After umpteen shaky starts
Le voila!
A hat, with curlicue adornments.
How cool are they?

Learning slowly but still  many unresolved queries
Books, magazines, You-Tube
can all help the novice


But Mrs Johnson’s Emporium
is the only place for me
The knit and knatterers will have all the answers
And all the patience in the world
to show me the way

Mrs Johnson's Emporium

Mrs Johnson’s Emporim




Magic Circles


Where’s Paul Daniels
when you need him?

Didn’t get to grips with magic circles

June, one of Mrs Johnson’s kindly knit and knatterers with the patience of a saint, came to my rescue and demonstrated magic circles.  Umpteen times.  I nodded knowingly, quietly hoping that, once home and with a glass of wine to hand, I’d remember how to start a magic circle.

June and Mrs Johnson’s right-hand woman, Charlene, deciphered a beanie hat pattern for me.

First, I hadn’t a clue how to interpret the instructions.  Second, why is everything classed as “easy”?  And third, who decides what’s easy?

Two hours later and I’ve got the gist of it – sort of.

Lovely creations by Mrs Johnson
and her merry band
of experienced knit and knatterers


I’m home now,
ready and prepared for the beanie hat project
and the magic circle

It’s all so easy!

But I need a glass of wine to start me off … … …


Mission Accomplished!

Mrs Johnson's Emporium


Not the fastest mover and shaker in Crochet Land
All fingers, thumbs, and knots!
There’s even a new language to learn
yrh, st, fptr, bptr, tr, ch

However, after much endurance,
delighted to complete first crochet project
with thanks to the encouragement of
the weekly knit and natterers
at Mrs Johnson’s Emporium

Project Scarf

Project Scarf – Completed!

Project Scarf

Fine detail of project scarf

Now practising magic circles
in preparation for the next project … …


Autumn Light


Let there be light









Setting sun

The sight and sound
of hundreds of geese
flying to and fro
across the Ribble estuary
is awesome

This gaggle hasn’t quite got
its formation act together







Fascinating little creatures


Attached to a whelk shell

Once a baby barnacle glues itself to a shell, rock, whale, turtle, boat or other object – it’s stuck there for the rest of its life.

It must be a bonus being attached to something that swims/gets buffeted about in the big seas.  Barnie reaps the benefits of being introduced to new feeding grounds full of juicy plankton.

Barnacles are filter feeders and are harmless to the beasties/objects they’ve selected as their anchor.  They’re merely using them either as a mode of transport or a fixed place where the tides wash in and out.

The beasties
are unlikely to notice
they’re wearing
a coat of many barnacles

Barnacles are related to crabs and lobsters, and can live for 5-10 years. They date back millions of years and are possibly one of the oldest surviving creatures on the planet.

I’ve never seen barnacles
attached to a throw-away food carton


Attached to a food carton


Random pondering

If the carton disintegrates,
will the barnacles
lose their hold on life?

Fascinating little creatures