Temple Church last night to hear these people, the effigies of the Knights Templar with their stone chain mail put me in mind of knitting, especially these be-chained stockinged feet.
I love visiting blogs about knitting. Even though I attempt to knit now and again, I never quite see it through. Instead I get my pleasure vicariously from the beautiful work of more industrious and dedicated knitters, pleasure which derives not just from the artistry of the finished objects, but also from the naming of materials, techniques, textures, colours. All of these have the power to soothe, rather like rhythmic clicking of needles. As it was, I wanted to reach out and run my hands over the knittiness of the carvings.
I managed to contain myself for once.