We had a quick overnight visit to my mum last week and took our GPSr with us to do a spot of geocaching. Five of us wandered along the canal bank, desperately trying to find two microcaches in a glitteringly hot afternoon. Despite our best efforts we failed to find either, but we had a great time underachieving. Wandering about the Lincolnshire countryside was balm to my soul, particularly when we explored a deconsecrated church and graveyard that is soon to be converted into housing. The nettles were far too tall to let us try to read the old gravestones or poke about in any way. I couldn't see any interesting statuary apart from one very weathered stone cross with a carved wreath on it, but there did seem to be a preponderance of graves with rails around them. I wonder if that's a local preference or reflects the countryside position of the church?
DS surprised me by asking to be shown how to knit. He took to it immediately and has progressed onto purl, so who knows if I will soon be shooing him away from my stash and knit pros?