Will it ever stop raining?
The weather is so cold, wet, dark and miserable that I feel like taking to my bed and staying there until Spring. The River Wharfe is high and has overspilled in places, as have several other local watercourses, but at least we haven’t suffered the flooding experienced in Cumbria to our northwest. There, the UK 24-hour rainfall record was broken last weekend when Honister Pass received 341mm – that’s over 13” in old money.
The ground in Wharfedale is already sodden, which doesn’t bode well for the rest of the winter. Every time is rains now – which is frequently – there’s a road closure somewhere or other in the locality. We’re all getting used to deciding on a Plan B before setting off anywhere. Even when it’s not actually raining, there’s still a risk of flooding because it takes a while for the rainwater run-off higher up the valley to reach the river, and then to reach us.
But on the plus side, an intermittent Dales waterfall that hasn’t flowed in living memory started up again. It’s at Malham Cove and is the highest waterfall in England at 80m. It didn’t last for long and I didn’t feel inclined to make the trek to see it, given the weather, but I dare say it will put in a few more appearances before this winter is out.
I’m not supposed to be buying any more yarn at the moment until I have knitted up some of my stash, so I cast on for a pair of gloves. I lost a glove recently, meaning that I do actually need another pair. (I wish I could knit umbrellas, the number I lose, but that’s another story.)
The pattern I’ve chosen is Io by Åsa Tricosa, a suitably mad design with a Fair-Isle section at the wrist, reverse stocking stitch ridges, slip-stitch Jacquard around the hand and a spiral of contrasting mini-cable up one finger. That lot should be enough to keep my interest. I’m working them in fuchsia and green merino yarn that I bought at Yarndale. I haven’t got very far yet though …
And more sock yarn
My resolution not to buy any more yarn went pear-shaped when I went into Leeds for a business meeting. After it had finished, I thought I’d do a spot of Christmas shopping before catching the train home, but the sky suddenly darkened and it started to hail. Hard enough for it to be painful for the un-hatted, myself included. I dashed for the covered market and found myself at the entrance where there is a haberdasher’s on one side and a small yarn shop opposite. Well, it would have been silly not to browse, wouldn’t it? I’m glad I did, because I found 100g balls of 75% superwash-treated wool sock yarn at under £3. I succumbed to a ball in two shades of green with very short colour changes. I may make a little scarf from it, or another pair of socks, not sure yet.