Oh boy. This re-entry has been a bit of a bitch, and it took me by surprise. Usually I get the jet lag flying west to east, but I had no real problems when we got to the UK. Coming home has been a different story, and the past three days have been mostly a lost cause. I am finally starting to feel human again, which is a good thing, since I have to go to work tomorrow. I guess as problems go, jet lag isn’t the worst thing to have, though!
Our trip to Scotland was lovely. We saw several different parts of the country while we were there, and I could easily have spent a whole vacation (or “baycation” as one of John’s grandsons calls it!) in any one of them. Here’s the outline of where we were:
Manchester, England, for two days, visiting good friends that we met on a cruise several years ago.
Edinburgh, for two nights and one full day.
Nairn, on the Moray Firth, for three nights.
Skye, for two nights.
Onich, near Fort William, for two nights.
Glasgow for two nights.
It would be impossible for me to pick a favorite. I enjoyed the more rural places that we visited very much, but also enjoyed Edinburgh, and Glasgow was a complete surprise. It’s perhaps not the prettiest of cities, but has a ton of cultural things to do, and good museums as well as some terrific restaurants. I am still sorting through photos, so I’ll just show photos for now of what I know you are interested in: the wool!
And saw this little building:
I don’t have any photos of inside the shop, they were on John’s camera, and he hasn’t downloaded them yet (long story involving a dead hard drive on his Mac when we got home). It was a tiny shop, the lady inside raises sheep and has all sorts of wooly things for sale. She also had a lovely compost toilet out back that I desperately needed at that point, having had an ale for lunch. So I had to buy some yarn, right?
She raises Gotland sheep for their wool, and that’s what this is. It’s not very photogenic, but it’s the prettiest natural grey wool, light fingering or heavy lace weight, take your pick, and about 500 grams worth. It will make a huge shawl.
Next stop on the wool trail was here:
This is the view from the second shop, Shilasdair. Sorry about the crappy photo, it was a fairly moody and murky day. Here’s the shop and some photos of inside.
Those are some lovely handknit sweaters on the wall. I really like the one on the upper right (click to embiggen).
That one is from a tiny “museum” behind the shop. The owner dyes all the yarn with natural dyes. She wasn’t in that day, so I didn’t get to see the dye shop.
And here’s what I bought.
Beautiful, eh? The red on the right is a fingering weight, the rest is worsted weight. John picked the green for a hat/mittens, the others are mine mine mine.
OK, that’s enough for now. I need to get organized for work tomorrow. I’ll post more photos as I get to sorting them. And I might even have some knitting and spinning to show next time!
One more photo. This was part of the coastline of Skye: