Knitting in London.

Every Christmas my friend Barb. and I go on a trip, and this time we went to London, just like the two previous years. Now, I'm not really going to talk about London, but about the experiense of sitting in a pub on a Saturday night knitting!

So, we had decided that we wanted a relaxing day, and of course this would include some knitting. After dinner (alas, the worst Indian meal I've ever had, maybe even the worst meal I've ever had), we strolled over to a pub not far from our hotel. We managed to find a cozy table in a corner, where we setteled down. We ordered some cider and were ready for a nice evening...



Mmm... Real, tasty cider! (Not like the sweet icky stuff you get in Norway!)


Barb. had started on a new sock project, which she has written about in her own blog, and was eagerly working on that. As for me, I was working on the before mentioned scarf.



Hard knitting Barb.


I love my wooden knitting needles.


Now, the really interesting thing about all this, was the reactions we god. It was as if nobody had seen anyone knitting before! Maybe not surprisingly, as we didn't really see anyone else knitting while in London, not even on the underground.

The first one to approach us was one of the guys in behind the bar asking us "Is knitting therapeutic?" Our reply was that, yes it was. And it is, it's a bit like meditating. Very relaxing.

Another fun approach was a guy who seemed to take a great interest in what we were doing. He was already wearing a hat and a scarf and asked us: "If you were to knit anything for me now, what would you knit?" Of course, I more or less instantly knew what my reply would be: "Mittens!" He seemed a bit surprised, but Barb. agreed. It's nie to have something to make your hands warm...

There were others who also came over to us, to our amusement, but it was great fun and really nice. People seemed very positive towards what they seemed to believe was some sort of Norwegian crazyness. This is something I probably will do again at some point.