On Saturday night, after the afternoon in Manchester and with a day rider ticket in hand, we went into Bolton for a drink. A rare occurrence but an enjoyable one. Among the things we talked about - children, chickens and real ale - we discussed New Year's resolutions. I said that, rather than give something up, I would do something new or different and, after my success with two knitting needles, have set myself the challenge of knitting socks.
The conversation rambled, as is our wont, but one of the things we kept coming back to was the inability, apparent or otherwise, of people to do basic things. It seems skills are lacking, be they knitting and sewing, making sauces and soups from scratch, or understanding where potatoes come from. People no longer seem interested in these things and, especially in Credit Crunch Britain, would benefit from cheaper, more wholesome food if they possessed some basic skills. It also goes without saying that these sort of passtimes provide a welcome excuse not to watch all the crappy programming on television at the festive season.
So this year, I will be learning some new things. How to knit socks, how to make cheese and, hopefully, how to milk a cow. Not the usual run-of-the-mill things to do, but ones I find interesting and, to some extent, challenging. So what of my first knitting project? Well, despite some wayward stitches, the hot water bottle cover is now finished and has already been brought into service warming the blocks of ice that pass as feet on my beloved. Luckily I managed to take a photo before it disappeared under the covers.
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