Day 6 – The plan for this weekend is dinner at an Inn in the Lake District, an overnight and then on Sunday, hiking Scafell Pike, England’s highest point. Destroyed after 16-hour work days, the hubs opts for a low-key day off. We have a good lie-in (this is sleeping-in, for US folk) followed by a hearty breakfast at the Tea Shop. Afterward, he leaves me to linger at Whitehall Studios, a gorgeous knit shop that sources redundant industrial waste yarn from high end UK labels, saving them from landfill. I circle the displays, invoking the healing power of cashmere and lambswool with the laying on of hands. The spirit descends as an adorable crocheted teddy, with booties and hat to match. I am slayed. The full-on power baptizes me “Grandmother, Giver of Gifts”. Life conceived and due in September, soon you’ll have me speaking in baby tongues and prophesying in your name. With an offering made, I tuck the package under my arm and head back to share the good news with Grandfather. He is smitten.
West Yorkshire – Day 6 He is smitten!
