Tag Archive | cottages

Handspun merino yarn project, completed.

I have now completed the first project of 2015, which is a handspun/handknitted merino yarn jacket. I blogged about it here and have made other things in between but it was really nice to make something completely from scratch.

This is the back detail, which I made in a mixture of the purple and grey yarn. I’m pleased with the way it turned out.

The collar is large, but it lies comfortably on my shoulders and will give extra warmth. I will have to wear a higher collared something or other underneath though or else I’ll get a cold neck come the Autumn onwards!

Here is the pattern I used:

and these are the yarns:

so now I can think about the next project!

In a village lives a scarecrow…

In the village there are scarecrows, so you’d better watch out.

You never can tell when one of them will pop up and give you a fright!

like Mr. Pumpkin head here…

or this irate farmer!

Sometimes they appear over hedges with large sharp instruments in their hands…

…and quite often they creep up behind you and throw their arms wide…

It’s hard to tell which of the people are real and which are not!

Some are jolly happy people and some are not!

Some are lazy and prefer not to chat!

Some carry guns!

…and some can’t be seen, but you know they are there…

Scarecrow, scarecrow turn around.
Scarecrow, scarecrow touch the ground.
Stand up tall and blink your eyes.
Raise your hands up to the sky.
Clap your hands, then tap your knees.
Turn around and tap your feet.

Scarecrow, scarecrow touch your toes.
Scarecrow, scarecrow tap your nose.
Swing your arms so very slow,
Now real fast to scare the crows!
Tough your head, jump up and down.
Now sit down without a sound.

What’s around the corner – Come with me to a country village.

It’s lovely to walk in the countryside; to hear the birds singing and feel the sun warm on your face. Our beautiful English lanes have many curves. We wander, asking ourselves the question, ‘what is around that bend?’


by Edward Thomas

Yes, I remember Adlestrop —
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop — only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.