A Day Out

So I found myself home alone today. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. Really blue. I wondered what colour the sea was - so I grabbed my hooks and bag and jumped into the car. As I headed towards the coast (never far away here in lovely Cornwall) I was held up by a local farmer who had also decided to make the most of the weather.

He was taking his time, trimming away and as I sat behind him and watched stalks flying and insects flitting, inhaling the 'just cut grass/hay' scents wafting through the windows, flashbacks to summers past flickered through my mind. It was ALWAYS sunny in the Summer. This smell, dry grass, the greens - slightly turning to yellows. Happy voices, children running ahead down the path towards the sea. Freezing cold, clear, greeny-blue water, I knew where I wanted to go.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't realise for a minute that the farmer had pulled over and was waiting for me to pass, so with a 'cheers met' thumbs up, I carried on along the lanes, through Par up the BIG hill towards Fowey, then along more tiny roads, until the dead end. Yes, the 'parking field' is still there!

I was tempted to sit at the top and admire the view. A family was picnicking and it looked delightful.

But I left the car and set off down the lane - it was worth it!

The fields on either side spread out into a patchwork of greens and yellows and I dutifully popped my 50p into the milk churn as the lane closed in and I passed the farmhouse. Following the path, twisting and turning, the tall grass, nettles and brambles on each side rustling and buzzing away, I wondered how much further. ('Are we there yet?') The sea had disappeared behind the busy hedges, but I was still going down, and down.... and then there it was, glistening and sparkling, blue, turquoise, clear and so welcoming.

So I obliged :)

I walked along to the other little bay and picked a spot. I could've stayed for hours (actually I did) I was so happy just watching people swim, wishing I'd brought my cossie, eating my rather meagre picnic, watching a couple of boats chugging in and anchoring on the glassy water. And of course, hooking away, soaking in all those blues and greens.

I'm taking my 'stitch-cation' blanket quite seriously now, I'm learning a lot as I turn to each new square - not least how to read a pattern! But the number of new stitches, new fabric textures and new colour combinations that I'm picking up too has become a real eye opener for me. I'm on square 11,
out of 20, so still quite a way to go yet. But I think you may be able to guess my colour inspiration for this one!

Happy hooking, everyone 😎☀️