I enjoyed knitting but saw it as a means to an end – so if the end didn’t work out so well, and let’s face it, that happens more often that we would like – I would feel disenchanted.

It is a sunny August day, the sun is shining and I am in my cold dark office writing a blog. This has led to some sulking on my part – and a strong urge to escape into the garden with my crochet hook.

Figures show a revival of interest in traditional crafts. Dismiss this trend at your peril it may be more subversive than you think.