We have spent some wonderful days ashore between Fernandina, Savannah and Beaufort, SC. I can’t walk 10 feet without taking a photo– of window boxes, planters, a beautiful front door or porch. Clearly I miss land! –in spite of my little container gardens on Pandora.
Our last day in Savannah: camellias, cherry trees– even a few that have already begun leafing out!—azaleas, pansies. It is full spring here.
And just a few more doors…..I can’t help myself! Note the gas lamp at this door. There were many in Savannah.
Elegance on elegance…..would love to get a peak inside both these places!
This gate with ivy is so pretty I can only imagine how lovely the garden must be on the other side!
Lunch was fun in a well known English style pub with good pub fare: bangers and mash, shepherd’s pie, ploughman’s lunch. I took this photo to show my dear friend Lesley, but I wish I’d taken a photo of my lunch so she could see I was having a Branston pickle!
We visited the maritime museum that also happened to have a lovely garden surrounding it since the museum is housed in an historic house with beautiful grounds.
The museum had quite an extensive collection of ship models, but what caught my eye were some of the very few other items, relics from various ships. There was a wall of scrimshaw in one room, and I was intrigued with these lovely carved rolling pins. I don’t even have a rolling pin on Pandora since I only make a pie once or twice during our time onboard each year. I use an empty wine bottle….we always have one on hand!
And of course I had to take a photo of this lovely scene of children with a lamb. Not your standard scrimshaw image!
And just before leaving Savannah we had our photo taken by a couple of tourists after Bob offered to take theirs.
From Savannah we moved on to Beaufort, where I looked forward to visiting one of the friendliest yarn shops, Coastal Knitting. Just walking through the charming business section of town—so many beautifully tended shops and interesting restaurants—was delightful. And the residential areas were beyond wonderful! There were gardens in luscious bloom everywhere. Here is just a sampling!
This morning, just one day after leaving Beaufort, I found a comment here from a woman who lives in Beaufort, and who just returned herself from a couple of months onboard her trawler, armed with both knitting projects and a tapestry project. It is a thrill to know that there are other weavers out there! It can get so lonely out here without other weavers to talk to!
Non-weavers often recommend that I get an inkle loom or a little rigid heddle. I love these small tools and enjoy using them when I have a certain project in mind that suits them. But they in no way replace that urge to weave the type of cloth that I love. It’s just not the same, and an inkle loom is never going to satisfy my need to design and create fabric. Anyway—it’s very nice to be in touch with another weaver. Laura Burcin plans being onboard for a longer period next winter. I look forward to connecting with her in person. In the meantime, I feel I have gotten to know her a bit through her blog.
Should I talk about my “For Irene” sweater, which I have ripped back in order to make the lower body smaller? I certainly don’t want to! It has not gone as simply as I envisioned! I knitted most of this sweater in Portugal on my rosewood, interchangeable Knit Picks needles—size 4. At the airport in Lisbon, as I was headed back to the US, they were taken from me. Now that I’m trying to match the stockinette on the body of sweater, I am finding that none of my other needles are able to match the gauge of those particular needles I lost! UGH! I have started and ripped back five times now! This is a crisis! I did try to replace those needles in Coastal Knitting in Beaufort. They don’t carry the interchangeables, but they did have size 4 circulars from Knitter’s Pride which I have heard is the same manufacturer as Knit Picks. Alas, no luck on getting the same gauge!
I wanted to wear this sweater to a wedding in a little over two weeks, and now I’m rather convinced it won’t happen. Ah well, time to make peace with that. When I get home I can order a replacement for the needles I lost….
