We climbed the mountain today, me, my mum and my knitting. 932 meters (just under two thirds of a miles) above sea and it was very windy.
It’s lucky a knitting is attached to the yarn ball, otherwise this one would have disappeared up in the air like a helium ballon.
We were escorted both up and down by a group of rein-deers and it’s quite hard to remember to stay on the track when you’re watching a rein-deer at it goes off in a different direction. You kind of just want to follow it. We did stay on the right track though and managed to get both up and down without difficulties.