Jewels 2

Completed my waistcoat in 2ply jumper weight.  Even while this was still on the needles it felt like an old favourite jumper.  It is the third waistcoat in a row for me, but the others felt quite different, probably because of the yarn. 

You can see how the rust yarn looks.  As always with this kind of yarn, once it is knitted and blocked it looks as if it was always like that because the tweediness of the blend makes the yarns work together.

Something about this design reminds me of old Afghan rugs  -  maybe it's the colours or the similar but not identical patterns. This is the reverse:

I sifted through my button tin and found some which were brown with a marbling of blue, which seemed appropriate.

I am not a perfectionist and can usually live quite happily with little flaws in my knitting.  However, I'd forgotten how crucial it is to pick up the right number of stitches on the front bands.  What that number is may not be clear until the piece is complete, especially if you are making up the pattern as you go along.  So I found myself ravelling the bands back and doing them again.  They sit much more easily this time.


 

The last Lap

Thank you for the encouraging comments on the Jewels waistcoat.  If you are thinking of trying some Fair Isle my advice would be: just choose a background colour and assemble three or four contasting colours in the same weight of yarn. ( You could order a small selection from Jamieson and Smith in Lerwick - they have a website.)  Cast on twenty stitches of background colour and try out a few simple patterns.  If you use the tweedy, heathered yarns you often find that even unlikely combinations work well together.  Because Fair Isle only involves two colours per row, it is relatively easy to learn the repeats for each row eg 3 background, 3 contrast. 

On the Jewels waistcoat I am not attempting any shading or blending, so each section uses just two yarns.  Your sample piece will show you how many stitches you are achieving per inch.  That then shows you how many to cast on for your size - eg For a waistcoat measuring forty inches, each front will need to be about ten inches.  Say that you are getting eight stitches per inch  - that's just eight times ten = eighty.  Alternatively, you could let someone else do the maths, and just use a published Fair Isle waistcoat pattern, substituting your own yarn choices.

Some of you have spotted that blog time is more elastic than real time.  Of course I was not working on the waistcoat while on our cycling holiday, and we in fact returned some weeks ago.  It was such an interesting trip that I had enough material for several entries; this will probably be the last of them.

Leaving the Saline Royale, we took it steady back along the banks of the River Loue, looking for a shady spot to rest up.  My husband remarked that it was just the sort of  place for kingfishers, and we settled down to enjoy the shade.  We did see several quite sizeable fish hanging in the current, feeding on the weed.  After half an hour we got up to cycle on and, just at that moment, there was the flash of brilliant colour and we saw the kingfisher.

In Port Lesney we were staying at a rather quirky hotel - not the one where Raymond Blanc dines when back in the Franche Comte.  French breakfasts can be very elaborate affairs, featuring every combination of cheese and charcuterie.  Here we had oped for a lighter selection.  The chap in charge nevertheless brought us some little samples to try: pear jam, conserve made from peches a la vigne, and the most delicious heather honey, thick and fudgy.  Little lines of bee-hives can be seen all over the Jura.

The following day was our final day's cycling: across country to the valley of the Doubs and then following the river and the canal path all the way back to Besancon.  Mist was just clearing as we began the journey. Overhead we could hear the calling of buzzards which had been a constant feature throughout the trip.  In the fields, the last of the grazing herds of Montbelliard cattle, their cow-bells chiming.  We noted once again the predominance of walnut trees, just beginning to pour their crop down on to the roads, and everywhere orchards laden with fruit. 

Soon we were into more populated areas with much evidence of how the river was once used to power small factories, using weirs.  On the canal path we suddenly saw another kingfisher - and then a second one following it up the stream - something we have never seen before.

About ten kilometres out of Besancon it began to spot with rain - the first of our trip.  We put on anoraks and went on.  Just as we reached the only bistro on the route, the heavens opened.  We hurried inside.  This was certainly where the locals ate, with every table full of people on their lunch hours eating the plat du jour of pork chops in a curry sauce, followed by the ubiquitous creme brulee.   I ordered a friture and ate the most delicious fried sandre, apparently a river fish, with firm white flesh.  We missed the only downpour of our trip and were able to to cycle back into Besancon, through that tunnel under the Citadel Rock which we had been through on the boat trip of the first day.

Was this the perfect trip?  We certainly saw some very spectacular  and memorable scenery and felt justified in eating well after our exertions.  We were not knocked out by the cycling, because we had improved our fitness during the year, but it was on the strenuous side at times.  We enjoyed visiting such museums and galleries as there were, but in general the landscape we passed through was deeply rural.  And  we seemed always to miss the vide-greniers and foires de brocantes by a day or two, so I was not able to add to my collection of vintage textiles.  It's an area which is pretty much unvisited by the English., although popular with German motorcyclists.  The fact that I have placed an order for a rather snazzy new bicycle ( My present one was bought in the late 70s) kind of suggests that there may be more cycling to come.






 

Jewels

My current work in progress is a Fair Isle waistcoat.  I'm using jewel colours of Jamieson and Smith's 2-ply jumper weight, set against a darker yarn.

 Some years ago a friend at a knitting group insisted that I take a very large cone of dark yarn home with me.  More recently I tried knitting a small swatch, and I was amazed.  Where the yarn looked dark brown, it was actually made up of one strand of turquoise and mauve and another of rust and dark brown, so that in sunlight it glows.  The cone was oiled for the machine so probably intended for machine knitting "Shetland" jumpers.  Now that I have washed it to remove the dressing it has a much nicer handle.

In about 1980 I first saw the 2ply jumper weight in a shop called "The Shepherd's Purse" in Whitby.  They seemed to have skeins of the full spectrum of colours, hanging on a line across the shop: it was wonderful.  I chose some yarn for a striped jumper, which I wore into the ground.  Of course, I had some leftovers.  Later, more was added to my stock as remnants from Kaffe Fassett and Sasha Kagan projects.  As I use these stored yarns in this project they seem to me like precious things, not simply oddments of yarn.  In sunlight, all their blended, tweedy colours shine..

I am using patterns from Sheila McGregor's book on traditional Fair Isle.  All of these have thirteen rows but each is subtly different.  I'm working up to placing the rust colour, which may or may not work.  The back will be plain stocking stitch, and is providing my travel knitting at present.





 

Port Lesney and the Saline Royale

Wow, thank you, Elizabeth A.! (See Comments on last post) You are certainly an appreciative reader.  Since I've had more time to give to the blog I do find myself looking at things in a different way, so that quite ordinary events are appreciated more.
 

To continue: After our gruelling climb to reach Poligny, we did check out the train times from Poligny station.  Yes, this would have been cheating, but no one would have been any the wiser.  As it happened, trains mid-morning were very infrequent so we set off once more on our bikes. However, because we were on a route described as "a loop," we were on our way back towards Besancon by this point, so this day was largely a matter of coasting down through woodlands. 

As we reached the River Loue so we also reached lunch-time.  We were on a quiet country lane when I spotted a shady bench and pulled up.  My husband, who was a little way behind, reacted to this by jamming on his brakes - with spectacular effect.  He ended up on the ground, entangled with the bicycle, in the middle of the road.  Fortunately, after he had extracted himself, we found that no bones were broken, and he was only lightly grazed.  Later we were able to watch the progress of a huge bruise on his thigh, where he had come into contact with the bike.  We sat on the
 bench marvelling at how this had turned out.  We were on a quiet, flat lane, going slowly - not tearing down a steep, busy road.  He was able to get up and eat lunch.  It could have been so much worse.

Eventually we were able to cycle on to Port Lesney, our next overnight stop.  Once there were two separate villages with a ferry crossing the river between them.  Then a stone bridge was built to facilitate the passage of travellers going on through to Italy.  Floods washed away most of the bridge and it was replaced, leaving only this strange fragment. 

In Port, almost every house was a massive structure, as these were the houses of vignerons - wine-makers.  Now, they offer many photo opportunities.

On our "Rest day" the objective was Arc-et -Senans, where there is a complex called the Saline Royale.  The thinking had been that instead of carting fuel to Salins les Bains where the salt was mined, the saline could be piped across country to Arc-et-Senans where wood was abundant.  But this was in the eighteenth century, and the pipes were made by hollowing out lengths of pine-tree and using these to construct a pipeline - several miles long.  Salt was a very valuable product and subject to the gabelle, or salt tax: siphoning off the saline en route and using it to produce black market salt was a common occurrence.

The Saline Royale is a Unesco World Heritage Site.  Designed by Claude-Nicolas Ledoux, it             induces a kind of awe by its sheer scale.  Who would have thought of this kind of massive display of wealth to house what was essentially an industrial process?  A clue might be the timing of this: just prior to the storming of the Bastille.

In one of the displays we saw maquettes of  Ledoux's other projects - those which had been built and those he had planned.  To describe them as Grand Designs is to fail to do them justice.  These are the stuff of scence fiction, where the actual function of the building becomes subservient to the vision of the designer.

So it seemed in the Saline, which had housed the saltworks and the accommodation for the workers in this semi-circular format.  In its centre was the Overseer's house.  The circular window was meant as an observation point from which the whole site could be scanned.  Orwellian, indeed.

Arbois and Poligny

To resume our travelogue: from Salins we climbed up and over a ridge, before free-wheeling down into Arbois.  Always a bad move to lose gained height so early in the day.  This was to be our hardest day's cycling by some margin. 

Arbois was delightful.  This is the house of Louis Pasteur, his childhood home and also the place where he set up a laboratory and conducted his experiments.  We listened, enthralled, as the guide told us all about how Pasteur worked on the vaccine against "la Rage"  - rabies. There was an amazing story of a group of Russian peasants who had been bitten by a wolf.  They walked across Europe to reach Pasteur, arriving in time to receive the vaccine and for at least some of them to be saved.

We were delighted to be able to understand the guide, who spoke formally and slowly - the other people in the group were Belgians.  All year we have been attending  classes to refresh our French, but we still have real difficulty following the language as it is actually spoken.

After a light lunch we climbed out of Arbois - and then we climbed some more.   We passed vineyards where the vendange was in progress, and a grove of hazelnut trees offering Pick Your Own Noisettes at the weekends.  By now the heat was getting to us and the road became even steeper.  We were pushing our bikes up the back of a cliff.

At last it levelled off and we began the descent into Poligny.  This was our most spectacular descent, as the road ran down the limestone escarpment, at times actually through the cliffs.

 Above us, we could hear climbers tackling the sheer cliffs.

 At last we ran on down the valley, arriving at our hotel - La Vallee Heureuse - on the outskirts of Poligny.  This was our most memorable hotel, with wonderful food and very friendly hosts who were happy to talk with us, perhaps because they were not busy.

The next day we explored Poligny.  One of the features of travelling by bike is slow tourism.  A leisurely stroll around Poligny revealed much of interest architecturally.  There were several outlets for wine-producers - one in a converted church. 

In the centre of town was a college specialising in hospitality and catering.  On the wall beside the main entrance was a board showing two lists of names with ages - of the transported.  The first list showed those who did not return from the camps, and the second those who survived.  It was a striking reminder.

Poligny's major tourist attraction is the Cheese Museum. Now, there are many types of cheese, about which there must be a huge body of knowledge.  But this was a museum with a single focus: the Comte cheese which is a major part of the local economy, along with the wine.  In fact, we soon learned that every aspect of cheese production and tasting is taken as seriously as the production of fine wine.  We were invited to taste two examples of the cheese, and to try our hands, or our palates, at discerning very subtle flavours within it.  It was a surprising end to the afternoon.

Windfalls 2

The Windfalls waistcoat complete - behind is a cross shaft from Lowther in Cumbria, now in the British Museum.  I am very pleased with how this turned out.

You may remember from the earlier entry that this is a magpie collection of free patterns gathered from Ravelry.  In the source material these patterns were used for a cowl and two hats, but I think they combine very well.

The grey yarn is an acrylic which I bought for a child's jumper - the one with the blue tractor - but it was too dark and I switched to a pale grey.  As it is used here, it is not only a very subtle colour but also feels quite substantial.  The back is in single rib. 

Someone in my knitting group asked if I had used "one of those self-patterning yarns".  I did not know what to say.  Of course I have knitted many socks in self-striping sock yarn, but I'd be amazed to see a yarn pre-dyed to create this Celtic knotwork.  In fact, the orange is a hand-dyed yarn from a company called Yarnsmith, one of those single skeins one often cannot find a use for.  I had 100 gms and this used no more than half of it.

In the gallery containing the Sutton Hoo hoard.  I wore a string of amber beads which set it off very well.

This is one of those projects where you want to continue knitting it after you have finished it - if that makes sense?  It certainly reminded me of what it felt like to make and wear a new piece of clothing when I was a teenager.