The Knitting Girl

Standing on the platform at Peckham Rye, waiting for the imminent arrival of the london bridge train, a girl is knitting. Knitting something narrow and straight in bottle green. Thin needles. Thin wool. The ball is in her bag, an enormous length looping from the bag to the needles hanging almost to the ground. Its the technique of an inexperienced knitter. The loops being knitted into are too far down the sticks - making it difficult to slip the new stitch over.

Its not the knitting of our grannies. That manic click clicking, chatter and speedily growing garments with odd patterns, knobbly wool, side opening necklines and thick itchy socks.