The peculiar acoustics at the lake was such that, while I was sitting and knitting on the dock, I could distinctly hear the creak and splash of the oars, as Tom and the kids rowed to the far side of the lake. While in the US, I've invested in some wonderful wooden needles, which are effortlessly smooth to use, and totally silent. So the rhythm of the rowing was the soundtrack to my knitting.
On the dock, and later on in the woods and back at the cabin, I made a lace neck warmer (Holly pattern). One single ball of worsted weight yarn (I've impulsively stashed away so many single balls of yarn over the years, because they were too pretty to resist but a little too pricey to buy more than just one of, or because they were on-sale remainders ... like this particular solitary sale ball - now, finally, all my stashed solitary worsted yarns can all be put to use for one project!), in one weekend: what a beautiful pattern!