Resting up, by the lake in Rotorua.
I have been listening to talking books while knitting. Latest 'listen' is Black Swan Green by David Mitchell. I think he is wonderful. The reader on this one is an adolescent boy, fitting for this semi-autobiographical coming-of-age vignette set in Thatcher's England.
I could have called this post Black Swan Blue, but that doesn't work quite so well. Nice conjunction anyway.