Do you want to see some happy feet? Or more precisely, one extremely happy foot?
Knitting is the perfect on the move activity isn't it? My sock whiled away the hours in the car down to see my folks and back again. Although I do have to admit to demanding 'Don't you dare change lanes now' when I dropped two stitches in the 3.30pm gloom of the middle lane on the M25.
I don't really know why the knitting thing suddenly all came together for me. Perhaps it was the special quality of the light down by the sea.