A weekend of derby

I am sore and bruised and extremely, extremely satisfied.

I have been too busy to write anything... or at least, am writing for derby at any opportunity I would otherwise have to blog. Oh, and I'm knitting the Boy a scarf. It's grey and made of Paton's Inca yarn, which is so lovely to knit with - chunky and soft and doesn't split.

My Grandad was on the radio talking about his experiences during the Second World War on Friday (Anzac Day). Can't wait to hear it. I have the biggest crush on oral history at the moment... Want to re-watch Gaylene Preston's War Stories Our Mother's Never Told Us rather badly - haven't seen it for years. Kind have been playing around with the idea of my Master's topic as focusing upon oral histories... very fashionable I know but I have a genuine interest in the way that oral history operates and a deep seated belief in its importance as a tool, maybe not so much for a history that relies so much on verifiable incidents but rather for more populist reconstructions of the past... even family histories I guess. I read a little history written by a relative of Shannon, and the relational nearness such a history enhanced to no end the experience of it.

Holiday in six days - traipsing around the North Island in a campervan. No more cheesy hotel rooms for me! So, ha!