Out of nowhere I had a sudden desire to knit, not something I’ve done for decades and not something for which I’ve ever had the least aptitude, but hey, have-wool-will-knit – and I had wool.
Alas, a forensic search of the house turned up but a solitary knitting needle.
A bit of lateral thinking took me to the cutlery drawer, and the scarf began life on one knitting needle and a chopstick.
A car-boot sale later and it was on proper knitting needles – almost but not quite the same size as the original, but then the original wasn’t quite the same diameter as the chopstick anyway.
Now it’s finished. Just needs a few matching tassels and bring on winter!