Midsummer's Eve

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This morning at breakfast I cut myself some very, very tiny bits off matchsticks to prop open my eyes this afternoon. T got into school from athletics at 1.30am and my head hit the pillow at precisely 1.49am. The 7.00am alarm was very, very unpleasant. I've coped so far but am now starting to flag and my body is crying, "bed, bed - please". Needless to say, when I left the house this morning, no teenage boys were to be seen or heard.

Whilst T was travelling back from Bedford in a boiling coach with no air conditioning, we enjoyed a traditional Cornish mid-summer's eve celebration. Following a bbq at our neighbours we all trooped up the hill to the beacon bonfire:



























As you can see, the Cornish don't mess around with their bonfires - BIG is the key element.

Following the Celtic prayers in both Cornish and English the bunch of flowers and plants (both good and poisonous) were thrown into the fire to denote the flourishing of good and death of bad (or something like that):


















The fire burnt unbelievably fiercely and was still going at 1.30am when I came home:













FB kept trying to get me to get further away from him and closer to the fire for this pic - it was absolutely roasting - do you think he's trying to tell me something?!

A very dear and good friend of ours had a baby girl a couple of weeks ago and I can feel a baby blanket design coming on. I'm beginning to realise that I'm my own worst enemy - just as I get to near the end of my list of "things which must be knitted" and start to think about that stash-busting jacket or something else from the stash, my creative juices start to flow at the merest mention of a new baby and I find myself studying pattern books at 1am (OK, I was waiting for T, I wouldn't normally stay up quite that late looking at patterns) and tonight I just know I'll be knitting a swatch. And then I'll stress myself to finish it before we start the JOG-Land's End adventure. Worst enemy? Myself

PS: Talking of JOG-Land's End - FB and G cycled 62 miles yesterday - both slightly pink now and FB slightly knackered. Training is in full swing - boys still slightly concerned about their Father!