.... it is just like knitting.
This man hadn't ridden a bike in 40 years!!!!
Mind you he suffered pain in all sorts of unspeakable bits at the end of the day....
.... but look at him.... doesn't he look like a boy on a big adventure?!
Once my form of travel to and from work, but shy of it after a run in with a turning car and a broken arm.
Never say never.
My friend Mrs Olix Dax, Fairy God Mother to my child, Luvvie, knitted me those beautiful blue ones which warmed and protected long lanky feet in Inis Mor.
The brown wool came from a brown sheep in brown Wales, bought in a grey shop in grey Ireland.
Much knitting is being knitted and wool being woolled so that the bottom third of my suit case is lined with it.
Lucky I am excellent packer.