I realised today that this was the first time I've ever knit in a café . Not because I have any problems with knitting in public (although I did take these pictures with my 'phone, still uncomfortable taking pictures of my knitting in public) but because I don't often go to cafés. Which is a shame, because as Meowgirl pointed out to me a while ago, knitting in a café with a good drink is really good fun.
There were ony two problems with my lovely afternoon. First, the friend I was supposed to be meeting didn't turn up. She was walking a neighbour's dog which ran off and hid down a rabbit hole, so had to wait in a damp field for four hours until its owner got home from work and came to coax it out. Secondly, there were raisins in my apple pie. Forty-two, to be precise. I know because I counted.