As my poor Mum will confirm, I always get the socks out on train journeys, even removing footwear sometimes to check sizing. I have been known to get them out at the Ballet (well, it was only in the interval, honest!) and made the most of long car journeys across France and Spain....... OH was driving honest.
So, en-route to Cornwall, I stopped off at the lovely Kingston Lacey for some late lunch and a stroll around the gardens to stretch the legs.
And yes, I am afraid I sat looking at the countryside and knit a few rows! I am addicted to socks
Good job I twisted Mum's arm to go back in November for another Bonanza weekend!
My spring garden quilt in the making...................... should keep me busy for a while!