We drove up (more accurately were driven up) on Friday night. I was very glad I chose a simple project, so I could knit in the car, even as it got dark.
On the Saturday we hung around, ate ice-cream, watched one of my friends finish the six kilometer run and I knit, knit knitted away.
|This is Leon, after he finished the 23km really, fast.|
After finishing 23kms - the furthest I have ever run, we celebrated the traditional way -with Bloody Marys. I managed to knit a bit in the car on the way home, but by the time we got in I was so tired that I just sat on the couch. Too tired to knit. Today I feel a bit more lively, and am looking forward to picking my needles back up.
Photo credits go, as they so often do, to my personal photographer, Chris Scott.