This weekend, the planetary alignment of a snot-ridden child and a mother only recently out of hospital found me in Whitstable with only the junior element of my brood. But things were not entirely as normal. There had been an invasion.
Knitted graffiti - all over the place.
And while Johnny played on the beach
I did a little knitting of my own.
You can't tell what it is? Why, it's a beach hut cosy of course. I kid you not. A group project, that I am very much looking forward to seeing completed.