Between locks and driving I have been trying to crack on with the knitting, and was frustrated to have to rip back when I spotted a mistake. The baby it is for was born yesterday so I feel a pressure to complete. I don’t think this requires grafting like my last project, the socks with wild flower colours in it. In a permanent mooring back at the start of the canal is a boat with a name we discussed when we saw it before. It looks like another retirement dream, but we mused whether it could also be an ex knitter or ex plastic surgeon. I can tell it hasn’t move for a while as the bright yellow water lilies, of which there are very many here, have grown around it.