When I knit

Sometimes when I knit, I watch the no talking just walking style videos that are out there on the internet.  There are driving ones out there too and the occasional drone flight videos where the background music is banal but the scenery so grand that you don't hear it anyway.

Last week, I watched a drive video in the Azores filled with hydrangeas growing wild at the side of the road.  This morning I am watching one from Maderia.  I know that these content producers beef up the colour, making everywhere look impossibly lush, but that is OK. 

Oh my.  This particular videographer has stopped his drive and pulled out his drone.  Magnificent falls and lush cliffs.  How grand... Sorry for the diversion.  

Sometimes I go for the more rugged country of the Scottish Highlands or an air journey over the Faeroe Islands.  Sometimes a lush jungle walk in Tasmania or to a temple in Japan.  Once in a while I go on a walk in the rainy season in India.  Sometimes, I venture the scenic roads or trains of Norway to faraway points.  

And sometimes when I knit, I listen to audio books.  All sorts.  Some old fiction.  Some new fiction.  Some history.  Some science.  Occasionally a biography about the many fascinating people who made an impact in our world in one way or another.  

If you look at me while I am knitting, you might think I am sitting in my livingroom, static, alone.  What you don't realize is that when I knit, I am a voyager through places and time and imagination, never quite where you expect me to be. I am certainly not just sitting.