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It is not so easy to pass from slow holiday life, although in our case it is always a bit absorbing, to normal everyday rules. And for me a very important converter from slowness to high speed action is always knitting. Usually, we spend the last few weeks of holidays in the Gorce mountains in southern Poland, in a village called Ochotnica. This time we lived in a small wooden hut at the far end of a valley, above a pasture with a flock of sheep. close to the border of the national park. And we’ve spent wonderful three weeks there. In case you are wondering, the food was as simple as you might imagine. And all of it we had to carry in our backpacks. Our meals in Gorce are usually simple, preferably prepared using local products, like eggs from happy hens, which wonder freely outside their henhouses, pecking here and there. The sheep from the pasture I’ve mentioned visited us from time to time to graze on our fresh, green grass. And far, far down in the village we managed