Back in May, my friend of umpteen years had a very significant birthday ending in a ‘0’ and I’m sure she won’t mind me saying that it wasn’t her 20th – or even her 30th – but I’ll stop there.
I knew I wouldn’t be seeing her until June as she spends half the year in the U.K. and half in France so I started making a gift for her. Something fairly traumatic delayed her getting here until this month and, yesterday, we met up and I was finally able to hand over her present. It would only fit in a humungus carrier bag that I had bought last Christmas for some reason I can’t remember.
I couldn’t resist knitting another giant blanket and, this time, I chose a rusty orange colour that I knew would go with the décor in her flat in the U.K.
When I gave it to her she cried. I think it was because she was happy but it might have been because it is so hot here at the moment a blanket is about as much use as a chocolate teapot.
Then we went out for dinner here……
and, after a glass of something sparkly on the terrace, went out into the cloisters of the abbey which was set up with tables for the evening meal.
Then, because we couldn’t drink anything else as I was driving (she could have but kindly abstained so as not to make me jealous) we polished off a bottle of sparkly when we got back to her house and stayed up until the small hours chatting and reminiscing and laughing fit to burst about things I can’t recall now. I had a slight headache this morning but it was worth it.
Next blanket will be for my Mum who has a birthday in September. The only trouble is, we are forecast to have even hotter temperatures in August so I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive partially submerged under almost 3kg of yarn – it might have to be her Christmas gift instead.
The photos of the beautiful Abbey are from the owners’ website (click on photos to see more) as is this description – L’Abbaye-Château de Camon is an ancient Benedictine monastery dating back to the tenth century. It is situated in the beautiful village of Camon in the foothills of the Pyrénées. Surrounded by forest and pasture it is only a ten minute drive from the medieval town of Mirepoix. In the heart of Cathar country this historic monument is now a luxury chambres d’hôtes.
It almost makes me want to get married again so I could have my wedding reception there.