Walktober

I am pushing myself to walk every day this October, so therefore I am naming this month Walktober. And while most days I’m perfectly happy to walk solitarily along with the scenery , there are times when I find it hard to put down things I want to get done, especially so of all things having to do with wool. I guess I am a compulsive fiberist. Not long ago, in my series Gifts From The Sun, particularly Part 5,  I talk on about spinning like the Peruvian herders do, and I just had not found the focus to do it until this morning. This little bit I’ve spun is a good amount for a short mile and a half walk I think, in a fine lace-weight single of Wool Of The Andes in Dove Heather roving. My default spinning is surprisingly fine on this drop spindle, with this fiber.

Truth be told, I have been experiencing a resurgence in spinning lately, mostly with my Ashford Traditional wheel and Tweed Chronicles ideas, but now adding this spin-walking thing, so watch this space for more spinning posts inevitably on the way.

10 thoughts on “Walktober

  1. Given that Walktober is also known as Socktober dare I say you are perfectly in step with the zeitgeist.
    Well done you.
    I wish I could walk and knit at the same time. Sadly, Frankie, the hound has to be on the lead and she would not tolerate such a distraction to my concentration.
    Sigh!
    XX

    • Regarding your Frankie, my dear, I use to have Emma on her Flexi leash which was strapped around my waist. 🙂 Those were the best days of my life, walking with Emma and knitting. xx

      • Oh honey! I am so sorry. Emma was a divine and noble creature. Frankie is a something of a hurricane by comparison… a force of nature. She requires I hang on tight.
        Emma was a much wiser hound by the sounds of it.
        I am knitting a little project bag to give it a go though!
        The love and companionship of a dog is the best thing… Take care.

        • Oh Karin, you make me chuckle! Emma was a force to be reckoned with, and large too, always always always lunging at the line, cracking my spine out of alignment, at wildlife at every turn. So we’re even there , a wild dog at the leash apiece, and yet it is better to not distract one’s self with anything other than the dog and the surroundings. I should never have suggested otherwise ::blushes:: . Internet is a dangerous place that way! 🙂 xx

          • Lol. I applaud you for wild-dog wrangling and simultaneous knitting.
            I did have an image of Emma sedately and sensibly padding along. Lol.
            Frankie is a Staffordshire. Well known for their excitability even when “sane”. As a rescue dog Frankie retains a commitment to her “issues” which is commendably loyal whilst nut-job stupid. ( I emulate her in this trait).
            I have to watch her like a hawk.
            She is my joy though!
            I laughed hard at all this…
            XX

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