The fairisle cardi is progressing well - sleeves under construction. #fairisle #knitting #strandedcolourwork

🧵SALT🧵 It's been snowing in the UK and the road gritters are out in force, begging the question: Have you ever wondered where that grit actually COMES from? The answer is more magical, beautiful and fascinating than you probably realised. 1/14

Fairisle cardi jigsaw time!

Best comet pics yet. 🤣 ☄️

#northernlights @ShitChester

#aurora Chester

Cheshire: #aurora

Don't call them Farage Riots. It makes him really upset.

A much needed timeline cleanser: The Golden Girls and friends singing Sondheim’s Old Friends at the 1986 Emmys.

Spare me the big boohoo about the cost of immigration when you're out there on the streets burning down libraries and police stations and flooding the courts and costing the tax payers more money than any immigrant you've ever met.

'Eden Rock' by the Cornish poet Charles Causley. I've posted this before, but here it is again, five short verses long, and just about perfect. 'They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock: My father, twenty-five, in the same suit Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack Still two years old and trembling at his feet. My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat, Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass. Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light. She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue. The sky whitens as if lit by three suns. My mother shades her eyes and looks my way Over the drifted stream. My father spins A stone along the water. Leisurely, They beckon to me from the other bank. I hear them call, 'See where the stream-path is! Crossing is not as hard as you might think.' I had not thought that it would be like this.' My mum and dad in Ely, Cambridgeshire in 1954, the earliest photograph I have of them together. She is 18, he is 19. They had first met perhaps a few weeks previously.

Adlestrop. Possibly the only poem you need for the rest of June. (I always recite it to myself when walking along the country roads at this time of year.) Read it slowly, and let it linger... • Edward Thomas •

Ok people, enough of Farago. Here's why I hate him. Eight years ago I could travel in Europe passport free, I could live in any country and work in any country and stay as long as I liked. Now I cannot. I can stay only three months in all of Europe. He effectively burned my passport. For that I will never forgive him.

I don't want a National Insurance cut, I want an NHS!

Sad story in two photos:

A truly superb evening at The Liverpool Phil - a celebration of Puccini. Magnificent performance 💐 Thankyou, all @liverpoolphil @sonyayoncheva

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Forced to work in the rain unnecessarily? Join a union.

Gorgeous evening attending Swan Lake @RoyalOperaHouse Thrilled to see @balletboy09 perform 💐💐 although there has been a mascara malfunction!!