Piries, Not Peeries

I'm travelling at the moment. As a result, I missed the conclusion of the Tour de Fleece and also blogging time is scarce. There are compensations, though. Here's my current view.



Which occasionally is obstructed.



It may be a little hard to tell from these photos, but ordinarily the view would not be quite so misty – the normally placid South Shore surf was unusually rough for July. Inexperienced beach-goers on sheltered beaches were knocked down, and even experienced swimmers got into trouble in the rougher spots. The old adage is so true: Never turn your back on the sea.

Meanwhile, my landlady keeps giving me mangoes. Perhaps appropriate for a knitter, they're golden Pirie mangoes rather than the more usual purple-green-skinned Haden mangoes.



Although I'm working on yet another pair of socks, alas, I have no Peeries to show off. That will have to wait until I get back to Casa Jersey Knitter.