Clerths

Ah, Sundays in Autumn. Canberrans eat brunch and talk about the Skywhale in terms either glowing or scathing; some bloggers find snail-shaped statues to ride like ponies; clear skies make picnics appealing but cold winds make them less so. And everyone knits. Or just me. Usually just me. I’m treading water, knitting-wise, which is not […]

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