Just one more blogpost about our holiday in Scotland.
Sorry I´ve run out of photos of sheep and cattle so I had to resort to one of myself instead.
This is one of the things that I knit while I was on holiday. A smaller Britta hat that matches the mittens.
This pattern merges the Scottish and the Swedish in a very appropriate manner. The actual pattern would be classed as Swedish, I think. But the colour changes in the yarn have been shamelessly borrowed from fair isle knitting.
And my hair really does look a lot like that Highland cow I posted a picture of earlier, don´t you agree?
On this particular afternoon that I modelled my new hat, we had just been for a dip in the sea. Yes, it was freezing, but we are Vikings after all.
There are beautiful coral beaches on Skye.
But we went swimming here:
We would love to go back to the Isle of Skye again. We even contemplated buying some property in the village of Struan, where we stayed.
But even castles need a bit of maintenance work done from time to time.
This is Dunvegan Castle in Dunvegan. Here Clan MacCleod still resides. Some of the Clan Chiefs in the olden days were pretty rough fellows. One was even known as the Wicked One – it is believed that he killed one of his wives. Good thing that there is divorce these days.
The castle grounds were beautiful. Lots of flowers that I haven´t got a clue what they could be called. And there was a waterfall.
The kids, however, were more impressed with the dungeon. You could look down into it. A notice told us that there was an opening in the wall between the dungeon and the castle kitchen – so that cooking smells would drift into the dungeon where the starving prisoner sat chained to the wall. You´d have to be pretty devious to come up with such an idea.
If I had been a cable knit designer I could have found lots of inspiration everywhere. But I think that Alice Starmore has already done that – and much better than I would ever be able to do.
I think I´d better stick to the Swedish – or at least Scandinavian – tradition.
Take thumb gussets, for example. I wonder if they were perhaps invented in Norway? Old Swedish mittens that I´ve seen have not had thumb gussets.
My Britta mittens finally got thumbs while I sat there knitting in front of the fire in the evenings.
Sometimes I think it´s a shame that you can´t wear mittens in the summer. This is such a summery design.
The Britta mittens will really remind me of summer when I get to wear them in a few months time.
They will also help me reminisce about this beautiful holiday, when I couldn´t turn my head without catching a glimpse of a pretty view.
And I´m not even going to mention that disasterous hotel in Glasgow where we stayed the last few nights of our Scottish holiday. We happened to have booked a room with a shared bathroom by mistake. And one morning I discovered that one of the other guests had pooped on the floor – by treading in it. Oops, I guess I just did.