Along came dad

Along came dad

It didn’t take long to think of a title for this post today as dad is the reason I started this blog. From a photo sharing site when dad entered into the fun, most times unknown to him! To places we visited closer to home, dad became accustomed to being called ‘Beverley’s dad’ I am never ashamed to say how much dad means to me and how I cannot even think of life without dad. At the outset of a new month I set aside time to post the photos I took a few weeks ago of dad wearing the aran sweater, I knit for him this year. Our tradition past down through my family and continued by myself to knit an aran my most knit worthy dad. Silver, grey, white showing dad’s experience in life. From times when social media didn’t exist and it still doesn’t exist in dad’s life, if I wasn’t here dad wouldn’t know what life online was like. He doesn’t have a mobile phone, an iPad an iMac. He has old cassette tapes and a manual typewriter but most of all he is caring, supportive and does his best to understand when my life feels tattered by the more sensitive experiences of being online. Dad wasn’t privileged when he was a child, he lost his father before he was old enough to speak the words ‘daddy’ suffice to say I have the best dad and today I can share his new role at the other side of the camera lens!

a little puzzled look as I told him I couldn’t see!

a little puzzled look as I told him I couldn’t see!

I must add I really began to wonder if he would take this sweater off as no matter how many different sweaters I left out for him to wear. The one he appeared in day after day was this one! This week now we have a little more warmth the sweater has been taken off for a few days, at least. I have a little more to add to my blog but will add the photos I took. I was really downhearted as it was only when I looked through the viewfinder of my DSLR I discovered my left eye was so blurry, dad was out of focus. I had my iPhone with me and set the shots up but I really wanted to use my camera as I knew the crispness of the cables wouldn’t be the same especially if the iPhone is used in portrait mode as Apple really have overdone the ‘smoothing’ out. This may help people who love selfies (not me) but when taking a photo where I needed to show the cables in my knitting I knew I preferred some manual control and my favourite lens. Thankfully after the ‘oh dear, I can’t see’ my right eye must be working overtime as today I have a glitchy left eye which is painful too! I only checked the photos when dad had gone out as I really was nervous that I may have failed after all the photos he had taken of me. We went back to our new favourite place and dad relaxed as the many amongst the trees.

a little more relaxed, along came dad, Ivan

a little more relaxed, along came dad, Ivan

Before we wander out of the forest, it struck me that this was once land without trees. It was the beginning of a story, the blank canvas for trees and greenery to grow, each with their story. Through rain, storms and feet trampling on the under growth. Branches bending in the wind, facing everything weather and people could force onto it. Perhaps only short spells of sunshine in the less shaded areas, yet how much solace do we find amongst the trees? My love of trees and escaping to the tranquil canopy has become more intense as I feel the pressures of this new way of living our lives online. The ferns may have dropped to the forest floor, exhausted from trying to hang on, just like the leaves of the trees, yet with a glimpse, just a glimpse of sunshine, new life springs up. A new generation going back to this scene in years to come will hopefully find the forest and listen to the story that is past along by the wind. Seeds of change but living life on solid ground. To have this awareness and feel the pain when my friends are suffering makes everything worthwhile. I was privileged to have two loving parents who taught me to love nature and now nature brings me comfort alongside dad’s support.

relaxed in the hollow (our new favourite place)

relaxed in the hollow (our new favourite place)

We reached the end of our evening, I was exhausted but I hope you can see, the caring dad who knows my online friends names (real and @ names) he asks about everyone and knows when I struggle I just need a little extra help. I have needed an awful lot of extra care over the last weeks and even more now. I have several more issues to cope with right now but with the encouragement of some very good friends I can see the glimpses of sunshine, no matter how dark things seem.

I will add some not so good photos as the model isn’t too keen on us watching and dad was behind a not so clean window. Our little wren building his nest in the coal tits box. We think he is building another a bit further away as he can take a long time to come back. I have watched him fly over our garden with moss, presumably to his 2nd or 3rd nest. The wren can build several and they are really intricate and it is the female who chooses which one she will lay her eggs in. We hope it’s the one in these photos as we can watch for those little beaks.

Nature holding on to fragile life, watch, listen and learn

One last catch up on what is on my needles….nothing right now but today I have sent my Hazy jacket for a rest. I have finished the knitting bit but still have a lot of embroidery to complete. I did some but with handling my knitting so much I became even more fussy! I was a total nervous wreck as I do not like to see my knitting being twisted round and round. It was like being on a knitting treadmill with an ever increasing slope. Dad kept me going b telling me it looked fine but I really couldn’t cope with so much handling to complete each bit. I decided to knit the sleeves and then let it relax before I would add any more embroidery or before my mind collapsed! I was drained last night and in pain but dad suggested we went to our little hollow to sit and feel the realise of tension (mind not knitting) it was lovely! We chatted, we saw the vivid green of the grass and trees. We saw the colours of the shrubs and flowers painting he scene which wasn’t as colourful a few weeks ago. To be slowed down to walk at a much slower pace, both of us just appreciated how having a hollow to visits which was set out in lovely grounds was a privilege we had without adding miles to get there. We didn’t say long as the sun went down but long enough for me to feel I had escaped. I came home and couldn’t even think to knit one stitch. I need to clear my mind of Hazy and foggy!

Today the postman has brought the lovely new shade of Milarrochy tweed - cowslip! I wish I had ordered some Smirr blue as this was one colour I didn’t realise I had used up. I ordered the Birkin version which i think I will knit as my grellow kerchief but I have ideas for Smirr which I hope I can bring to life one day. Another missing skien from another kit has arrived from Sweden and I have a swatch to knit for another sweater idea (It’s golden yellow with wool and mohair lemon yellow) Why does the postman bring everything on the one day? I need more time and energy in one day. My heart was lifted when I read Kate’s blog and newsletter and I can join Kate with the touch of yellow to brighten up my day. Thank you for reading and remember , no-one knows what our oilmen friends are experiencing, that’s why we need to care for each other.

holding out our hands in friendship, nurtured by the warmth of nature



Double take

Double take