Knitting has been there for me pretty much for my entire life. First, it was the sound of needles jingling rhythmically in the hands of my grand-mother. She used to knit all the grandchildren new socks for Christmas (and birthdays too, when we had growth-spurts), always using the same pattern – ribbed ankle, half-patent heel and stockinette foot – and our favourite colours. She always said that there’s no greater joy than just knitting, without having to think about it.

Even though I have now switched mostly to wooden needles, I occasionally enjoy using those old DPN’s I got from my grand-mother, just to hear that comforting jingling again. It always takes me to a happy place and lulls me into that special sense of security, love and care. Back to my knitting roots.