Well. I wasn't feeling quite right on the way up, and got absolutely nowhere with either in six (yes, six) hours! I knitted three rows on the Apple Strudel before finding myself in need of scissors or a yarn cutter (had neither with me) and consequently getting in a tangle. I switched to the socks, but fared little better, as realised quickly I didn't have enough yarn to complete them - halfway through the second sock. I spent the rest of the journey fiddling about with them, unravelling part, reknitting etc, but kind of knowing it wasn't going to work. In between I watched the beautiful Highlands roll by:
The purple heather is quite subtle in this photo, but everytime I see the heather in bloom, I want to knit a sweater in those greens and purples exactly...
So the following day I took a break from knitting, and we explored the small but perfectly formed town of Dornoch:
Alas no knitting or craft shops here, but there was a lovely display in the local history museum:
telling the story of the Herring Girls, who travelled up and down the country packing the herring fished by the men, and who were known to be great knitters, bringing different stitch patterns to all parts of the UK. The museum's curator was thrilled when I wanted to photograph this display, as the spinner and knitter behind it is his wife, and they keep the shetland sheep these wonderful socks are made from.
Later, I refound my knitting mojo and the Apple Strudel cardigan progressed very well on the train journey home today:
Almost done! And just in time - this weekend is traditionally the end of summer in the UK, and tonight it sure feels like it.