How bizarre. 7am and I am sitting alone in one of two otherwise empty hotel rooms in Coffs Harbour looking out over the Harbour Inlet as yachts dribble in waiting for my dear husband and his crew to arrive from their adventures. As many a woman has done so before me. Though probably not whilst typing on her MacBook Air.
He is sailing with 7 other crew members in the Pittwater-Coffs Harbour race. One of around 30 boats and currently running a rather ignoble last. I hope they arrive before my flight back tomorrow afternoon.
The air is heavy with humidity - I feel damp all over. It is going to be HOT.
In the meantime, I do have the odd thing to do. With 24 hours of in-house internet purchased and a town to explore, not to mention a rather magnificent looking beach, a thesis to finish formatting, a trashy novel and several more civilised ones and a couple of new knitting projects I expect the hours will pass.
Where are the children? Dispersed. E in Adelaide, S in Sydney with friends and A down the coast with a friend.
I missed my scheduled flight from Sydney yesterday due to my confusion over the airports new signage. Some muppet (as my husband would refer to them as, probably with an appropriate expletive descriptor) has relabeled the relatively clear and unambiguous sign: Long Term Car-park to the bizarre and entirely unhelpful new name: 'Blu Emu Carpark'. Go Figure. Hence, I thought I'd missed the turn-off (approaching from an unusual direction) and ended up driving all the way around the airport perimeter (a number of km) so get back in. By which time I could board the plane but my luggage could not. Sydney airport is not an unpleasant place to spend 3 hours. I did some work, attempted unsuccessfully to find a Frock for a cousins pucker wedding and drank a pot of tea. Underline weight loss in the new year's resolutions. And bought a trashy novel. The first Scarpetta.
So, to my newest projects of the New Year: two scarves - one for me, one for my friend Alice who is unreasonably moving to the UK in March and will need to keep warm. Alice's scarf is the dark red colour she loves and which matches her dark hair and pale celtic skin perfectly. The yarn is Morris and Sons Estate 8ply. The pattern is She's a Waterfall by Dani Sunshine (great name). It asked for a long tail cast-on which I've never bothered to learn. Well now I know thanks to Knitty and I don't know why it has taken me so long. So cool.
My scarf is called and will be Groovy, originally published as a free pattern in 8ply. I am making the finer version in sock weight yarn - a beautiful yarn called Coast by Holst Garn, a German company, picked up at the Brisbane Craft Fair in October between speakers at a sleep conference. The photo does not do it justice. It is a mix of wool and cotton and the most beautiful purple colour.
He is sailing with 7 other crew members in the Pittwater-Coffs Harbour race. One of around 30 boats and currently running a rather ignoble last. I hope they arrive before my flight back tomorrow afternoon.
The air is heavy with humidity - I feel damp all over. It is going to be HOT.
In the meantime, I do have the odd thing to do. With 24 hours of in-house internet purchased and a town to explore, not to mention a rather magnificent looking beach, a thesis to finish formatting, a trashy novel and several more civilised ones and a couple of new knitting projects I expect the hours will pass.
Where are the children? Dispersed. E in Adelaide, S in Sydney with friends and A down the coast with a friend.
I missed my scheduled flight from Sydney yesterday due to my confusion over the airports new signage. Some muppet (as my husband would refer to them as, probably with an appropriate expletive descriptor) has relabeled the relatively clear and unambiguous sign: Long Term Car-park to the bizarre and entirely unhelpful new name: 'Blu Emu Carpark'. Go Figure. Hence, I thought I'd missed the turn-off (approaching from an unusual direction) and ended up driving all the way around the airport perimeter (a number of km) so get back in. By which time I could board the plane but my luggage could not. Sydney airport is not an unpleasant place to spend 3 hours. I did some work, attempted unsuccessfully to find a Frock for a cousins pucker wedding and drank a pot of tea. Underline weight loss in the new year's resolutions. And bought a trashy novel. The first Scarpetta.
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| Out of Sight - just north of Pt Macquarie at 7am, Jan 4th |
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| Hazy Coffs Harbour with a distant arriving sail visible above the breakwater |
My scarf is called and will be Groovy, originally published as a free pattern in 8ply. I am making the finer version in sock weight yarn - a beautiful yarn called Coast by Holst Garn, a German company, picked up at the Brisbane Craft Fair in October between speakers at a sleep conference. The photo does not do it justice. It is a mix of wool and cotton and the most beautiful purple colour.
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