Monday, 27 April 2015

Fog knitting

Fog knitting

It is believed that Fog knitting was introduced to the British Isles by the Vikings. It Is understood they knitted on their journey across the North Sea where the raw material was readily available as a way of passing the time on the crossing. The art lay dormant for several centuries before being resurrected by explorers sailing to discover new lands in the fifteenth century.

The fog is best harvested in November and December on the coast of Cornwall and Devon where the quality of the product is cleaner and finer having been blown in off of the Atlantic Ocean. Fine mesh strung between wooden uprights is a favourite method as it can be dismantled and re-erected should the wind change direction. Lesser product can be obtained from some of the major industrial cities of the world where pollution gives a coarser texture with a dull finish.

Shortage can be difficult and it is critical that glass jars are used in a temperature controlled room. To knit with the fog it is best decanted into a piping bag with a fine nozzle and squeezed slowly onto fine wooden needles. Patterns can be found in some old reference books but it lends itself to crochet where ad hoc designs can be very rewarding.

It is planned that national championships will be introduced with international competitions organised between countries of the New World who received the original settlers. If the trials are successful it will be submitted for inclusion it the Winter Olympics in 2022 as a demonstration sport. Because of the nature of the material it would be considered unsuitable for summer Olympic due to higher temperatures. Competition would be on a knockout bases with the best of three pieces submitted against the clock being adjudged the winner.


Research by David Higgins.

Sunday, 21 July 2013

Sunday run returns


Sunday the weather was cooler, a lot cooler, more conducive to running. Cloudy and a noticeable breeze. We ran along the main road before turning into a lane. In the field next to the lane I saw a man with a metal detector. I could not resist the temptation so we stopped and had a word with him. His haul for the morning was a broken child's toy cap gun from the seventies. Metal detecting can be very hit and miss unless you do a lot of homework into local history. It can become a bit addictive, the next sweep could uncover a hidden haul.

Reluctantly we set off again along the lane, then up the steep field. I was pleased to be able to run all the way to the top after losing so much time through injury. A man was at the top with his daughter collecting elderflower to make elderflower champagne. Running down through the woods with the breeze blowing it was very pleasant. After the woods we ran down a field across the stream and up the other side before entering a village. The footpath beside the pub is overgrown so we had to walk up it. Once into the open fields again we were able to press on again. Fields that a few months ago were flooded are now as hard as rock due to the hot dry weather we have enjoyed. It was six and a half miles at a fairly sedate pace but that was exactly what we needed. We now have a base to build on.  

Friday, 19 July 2013

Run in the sun.

Well get out we did. Only twice but at least we made the effort. Tuesday we ran three miles and Thursday four. Twelve miles for the week was less than I had hoped for but under the circumstances it was acceptable. Saturday is forecast to be cooler and if that carries over into Sunday we can begin to build up the mileage again.

Sunday, 14 July 2013

Too Hot To Handle.

After completing a second three mile run last week I was keen to build on that momentum. This morning it was hot and forecast to get even hotter so it was best to get it done. We ran on the side of the road that was in the shade of some large trees. This ploy worked well for a mile when we changed course running along a lane before entering a field. The ground underfoot was rock hard and unforgiving. The sun was beating down and I was beginning to sweat freely. I took a bottle of water but this had little effect. I got progressively slower as we went along, partly due to the heat and in part due to the fact that I had missed so much training. It was good to be running again and I have no after effects on my Achilles. The weather forecast for the next week is more sunny hot weather but I will try and get out there.

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

One step at a time.

Yesterday I took a step in the right direction. A three mile run without any adverse reaction from my Achilles tendon. It had been two weeks since my last attempt and eight weeks since the injury occurred. Even the cycling, which had been reduced during Wimbledon tennis fortnight, has done little to retain much fitness. It will be a long slow road to reach the level of fitness I had achieved before the injury happened. I do not enjoy running in hot weather so a little rain would be very welcome.
I have been out with my camera a few times and have posted some of my pictures.

Poppies in oilseed rape fields.

Poppies in perfusion.


A scene from one of our regular runs.


Tranquility.


Canal in town center.



Sign depicting what was sold at the town market.


Sunday, 30 June 2013

The life cycle continues.

Two weeks have gone by and I am still unable to run due to my injured Achilles. I have caught up with all my gardening duties and done a certain amount of cycling. Not that cycling is keeping me fit, more of token effort to get out inthe fresh air.

Had a very pleasant day on Friday, we went to Wimbledon to watch the tennis. Having tickets for center court we were able to watch the matches of Laura Robson, Janowicz and Murray. Although it only lasted three sets the Janowicz match was the most entertaining. Robson was not at her best and it was all too easy for Murray.

It is good to see the Tour de France has started. Today it is Corsica which looks like an ideal holiday destination. Maybe one day when I win the lottery.

Sunday, 16 June 2013

Run,walk and curse

I started out on a run today. This was the first time for three weeks that I had attempted running. The cycling was not really keeping me fit so I thought I would give it a go. It took two and a half miles for me to realise it was a mistake. The two mile walk home gave me plenty of time to reflect on the decision to run. I guess I will be back on the bike for the foreseeable future.