We’ve started making our own yoghurt again. I’d forgotten how EASY it is to make, although previously it used to share the airing cupboard with the cats until they worked out how to get the cover off the pot. This time around we are avoiding such problems. Lakeland on George Street in Edinburgh have furnished us with a basic yoghurt heating machine, and all you do is scoop a couple of dessert spoons of good natural live yoghurt into the container, boil up full fat milk and let it cool to just under 50C, then add that to the yoghurt mixing very gently (do not whisk or beat!) and switch on the machine for 8 hours or so. Really very good. Use the last of that batch to make the new batch.
Posts Tagged ‘cats’
Blogging? Haven’t done that for months. However, I want to marvel again at what wondrous things shawls are. To think that a mere 5 or 6 years ago I was anxious about starting a shawl lest I should appear (to myself rather than anyone else) of the grandmotherly nature and no good for anything except rocking in a chair.
Moving to Edinburgh has changed all that although I did start the shawl journey before I emigrated from Sussex. Up here shawls are a wonderful way of ensuring that whatever the weather does, there is protection. So many shawls have been born: Victorian Lace, Forest Canopy, Shetland Triangle, Simple (with rather complex adjustments), Ishbel / Fishbel, Ulmus, Lace Shawl, Hamamelis, Day Break, Meandering Vines… and a variation on Day Break which is not on Ravelry yet.
I’m itching to start another one, not sure yet which, but I have in mind Shaelyn or Morlynn Shawl – or maybe Photosynthesis. So many decisions, and so much yarn in the stash to knit up!
Talking about stash, I did clear out the stash cupboard and re-order my yarns into colour boxes, clear blues, duck egg blues, teals, pinks, oranges, reds, deep purples, dusty lilacs, whites blacks and greys, rich greens, sea greens, yellows and golds, browns, and finally sock yarns. Yarns I have acquired in the last couple of years, from K1 in Edinburgh and earlier on this year in Stirling Knitcamp are in baskets rather than hidden away in the yarn cupboard. Rather a lot of lace weight and 4ply appeared. I’ll be knitting until I’m 303 to get through it all, but that’s fine by me.
Cats update: they are both doing fine and enjoying being inside when it’s cold and outside when it’s sunny. Lots of space to play and chase each other, and lots and lots of devoted admirers at our knitting group evenings 🙂
So pleased to say… the cats seem to be enjoying themselves. There is deep purring all round and enough sofas to satisfy most demands. Also some very high cupboards in the kitchen onto which there is access via the mantelpiece from the back of a dining chair. Very satisfying 🙂
The journey up from the South with Mike and Emma was fairly uneventful, but their (the cats’) parting shot was to catch a pheasant the night before – well done girls!!! – and Phoebe kung foo kicked her way out of her cat box in the car on the way to the station. I would have had someone sit with them to calm them, but this obviously wasn’t an option. Anyway, they caught her and she arrived at King’s Cross very cross but otherwise well. They then had to wait an hour and a half with us for the train to Edinburgh, and then spent nigh on five hours on the train itself. Cleo had her nose stroked until she was comatose and slept all the way, and I held Phoebe’s paw. She managed almost all the way and had a little panic / strop in the last twenty minutes. Enormous joy when they got to the flat and could explore.
We kept them in the playroom for the first couple of nights (until I was sure they knew exactly where the litter tray was!) and now they are free ranging everywhere night and day. They haven’t tried to get out yet – well, the weather is wet and cold – and seem very happy. None of the yowling that was driving Mike and Emma mad, just a lot of purring. Phoebe has recovered her ability to do somersaults and was entertaining Joolz with them last night 🙂
Joolz and I are off to London to pick up Phoebe and Cleo. My ex-husband no longer wants them, so although they will miss the countryside, they are much better off where they will be loved and cherished, in the way those with an oriental feline persuasion like best. We are working on Monday until mid-afternoon in London, then we’ll meet the cats (in their travel boxes, and accompanied by ex-husband) at King’s Cross for the 6pm train up to Edinburgh. I’ve been informed that they are in very good voice, so the journey should be interesting 🙂 We have invested heavily in cat nip.
We are SOOOOO looking forward to having them with us, and despite my not having lived with them for over 18 months now, I’m hoping they’ll settle in fairly swiftly – the first week or so just in the flat, then we will have had cat flaps installed so they can make their first tentative steps out into the great beyond of masses and masses of back gardens back to back – two crescents effectively, all with small walled gardens. They will encounter more cats than they have ever met before and absolutely no deer or badgers, but probably the odd fox here and there. We shall endeavour to keep them away from the road at the front for as long as possible. They haven’t seen 5 storey buildings yet, but I’ll wager Phoebe will give it a go.
Goodness knows how they will respond to a highly restricted outdoors playground in terms of space… but more interest per square inch than they have ever dreamed of. At least they will be allowed in the house at night, which should probably go down very well. We are thinking warm, soft, radiators, sofas, beds, airing cupboards, that sort of thing. In fact I shall be encouraging them to lounge around in the flat as much as possible. In terms of inside interest, I think the rope bannisters up the stairs will provide good climbing facilities, and the flat lends itself nicely to being developed as a race course 🙂
In the meantime we are sitting on the train on our way down to London, and I am revelling in the ability to mess around with my laptop, check out ravelry, and get some knitting in at the same time, all of which is impossible when flying. It does bump around, though!
My cats, Phoebe in the picture above, and Cleo, her sister, will be joining us in Edinburgh on February 1st. My lovely ex-husband is not prepared to keep them and so they will have to get used to city living!!! We have a small back garden which backs on to masses of other small back gardens… so they will have to work out their new territory. Hopefully without too much ado. There are also very large gated communal gardens for the crescent, but they will have to cross a road for those and I am reluctant to let them do that.
The flat, however, is rather more fun for cats than the house they are coming from. It sports a very inviting, enormously thick rope as a banister along the wall down the stone stairway from ground to garden floor, so I expect they will have fun chasing each other at speed along it upside down. They will also be able to hurl themselves off the iron banisters from the top hall down to the bottom hall. Then there are the very high ceilings and equally high shutters inviting a climb and a rest atop to enjoy the view – bliss for orientals! Raw mince and the promise of plentiful Edinburgh mice may well help too.