Through the miracle of wifi I am writing this from the beautiful Hebridean island of Jura. Tom’s off running a fell race (seven summits! Sheesh!) and I am having tea and scones in the lovely Antlers cafe, and getting some knitting in. Tomorrow we intend to go for a nice long walk to uncover some mead we buried here in a secret location last year. Hope that whatever you are doing you are enjoying your weekend too!
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KDD & Co 
I realy enjoyed reading this post. what a great idea with that brew. did you bury another?
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What a beautiful day for it! I agree, the running up hills seems a little too much like hard work! I hope you find the mead!!
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After spending most of the weekend in front of a computer catching up on work, finding your beautiful photo here was a genuine breath of fresh air – thanks! Hope you enjoyed the rest of the weekend.
Looking forward to seeing/reading more about the garment pictured (I loved the intriguing photos in your ‘outlook’ post).
And, on the subject of your ‘outlook’ post – very glad to hear that Tom’s hand is so much better (feeling like you’re “wearing a glove made of bacon” cannot be good!) and I hope it continues to improve apace.
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OoooOOOooooOOooOoOOOooOOh how you tantalise us with this glimpse at the new garment in sunny situ, with its careful borders and puffing sleeves…
…may today be spent supping decadently on the mead and enjoying the fruits of your respective pursuits: running and knitting.
Big Sunshine Love to you xxx
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wish you a nice weekend and your knitted ‘something’looks beautiful….
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Jura, pah! We camped in our back garden last night. Five of us ranging in height from 6 ft 4″ to 4ft 3″ in a 3 man Celia Birtwell tent. What I can conclusively tell you from here in London E15 is that police helicopters are very loud when they fly over your tent in the early hours of the morning, the traffic goes on all night and 45 year old bones don’t benefit from being cramped into a very small space. I can also tell you that our children believe themselves to have achieved a great triumph over the odds (I mean there are foxes in our garden. They might have eaten us or, at the very least, Molly the clothkits doll) and had an evening, complete with sparklers that they won’t easily forget. Oh and our neighbours are all being extra friendly this morning having greatly enjoyed the shrieking and giggling from the tent. Next month the Shropshire hills!
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Ooh – turn round! What a beautiful weekend for walking in the mountains.
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Sweater hint in previous post entitled Outlook???
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Sounds like a perfectly lovely weekend!
I would be very interested to know about the pattern (and where I can get it) of that adorable sweater you’re wearing, too.
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Tea and scones sounds a lot more sensible than scaling summits! Your top looks so cute…can’t wait to see it in all it’s glory! Say hi to the Hebrides for me….I lived on the Isle of Rum for several years as a kid….never been to Jura though!
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Sounds like a really nice place. Looking forward to hearing more about that knit you’re wearing :)
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The miracle of Jura .. in Estonian ‘jura’ means ‘crap’, which makes your text sound a bit contradictory. (:
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