THIS engaging little Last Supper, wrought entirely from knitted characters, caught my eye on a visit to York last week with the Man-in-Charge.
We’d nipped into the Church of St Denys, Walmgate, to shelter from the rain and admire the ancient architecture when I spotted the tiny tableau and just had to take a picture.
Even the wine goblets are knitted, complete with red wool wine.
Rather irreverently, I wondered if I should send the image to Harry Hill, whose TV Burp makes a regular feature of knitted characters.
But, instead, I decided to share it with you.
Incidentally, for those who like to visit old churches, St Denys, built circa 1154, offers the opportunity to see the oldest stained glass windows in York.
l Still on the subject of York, during our visit we were treated to a slap up Thai lunch by Firstborn and his housemate Luke, who is being trained by The Boy to cook the sort of food that my parents, bless them, had probably never even heard of when they were 19.
“I’ve made an ‘awesome’ peanut satay sauce,” said The Boy, “and a chilli dipping sauce, to go with the fish cakes and prawn fritters.”
He’d also masterminded the creation of marinated chicken kebabs and a pot of Thai flower tea. There were, of course, no accompanying vegetables or salads to sully the meal with added healthiness.
We ate at a glass table with a set of new knives and forks, of considerably higher quality than the IKEA cutlery we ourselves use at home, and were offered coffee and biscuits afterwards.
“Being a student today is obviously nothing like it was when I went to university,” said The Man on the way home.
I seem to recall that when I met him, freshly graduated, his culinary piéce de resistance was savoury mince, cunningly crafted from ground beef, water, flour and an Oxo cube.
There was certainly no lemongrass or harissa paste in his fridge.
