A poem for Knitting holidays in France by Jane Golding

This is brilliant ode to Knitting holidays in France by my lovely friend Jane, who came along as a day girl to Carol's workshop last week.

Bercloux  October 2017

Sue set the date

and seven replied

and so they assembled in France

To challenge their skills 

Carole chose "texture"

and they thought they'd give it a chance. 

First to the samples 

and all the new stitches

They ploughed their way through the notes.

They bobbled and bricked

and cabled and ridged

Until they had them off by rote. 

Bewildered and confused

with the cable square notes 

Carole had to rewrite them (twice).

Then they started again

after a gin or some wine

and a dinner of tagine and rice.

Losing Jan to her Bling 

whilst off to the shops 

provided a few hours of distraction. 

With vigour renewed

they sat in the sun

next doors dog and cockerel providing the action!

By the end of the week 

with their stitching completed 

Our band were truly in heaven. Cajoled by Carole

and cared for by Sue

Here's to the Magnificent Seven!!

And there in shadows 

providing support

is Culli going out and coming in.

He does croissants and bread 

and errands and stuff

but above all he serves the gin!

It's a toast to Sue

for the warmth of her welcome

these ladies are well-fed and content.

And one for Carole

for her patient tuition,

They leave on new projects Hell-Bent!