I've been here a month now. The air is getting crisp - I love love love that crispness. It's cold when you breathe in through your nose and makes it necessary to bundle up. There's a knitting shop not far from here (I'd say about 1.5 hours' walk, or a few minutes in car). Mum and I went up yesterday, and I now have visions of long scarves and warm touques. Scarves and mitts and touques! Zippity!
Anyone know how to knit on 4 kneedles? I'm doing something terribly wrong. Oh, the humanity!