Happy Hazel

I was determined to master the basic lace making stitch, so I walked to Wanda, who has her day time business a few doors away from the manse, and got another quick demonstration of the basic stitch. It seemed to make more sense this time.

I continued my walk into town to buy bread for the week end. Stinking hot weather. The tar was making little bubbles, just like it used to in Zambia, where I spent my primary school years. I was reminded of how my brother and I used to pop the tar bubbles on our way home from school.

When I got home, I directed an electric fan at my face, and took up my lace making cushion again. This time I got the hang of the stitch – I realized that the principle is the same as darning. Yippee!! (Thank you mom, for making me darn dad’s socks when I was little)

In the cool of the evening, Graeme decided to take a drive out to Rupert's Bay. We stopped at the crest of the hill, and took a short walk along the ridge.

A dead prickly pear plant. Looks all "lacey" from close up.

One of the cliff faces seen from Rupert's Bay

There are no beaches. Just sheer rock rising up out of the sea.