Oh the blissful Finnish summer nocturnal! The smells of twinflower and the the shades of still water and the cradling loveboatlike song…hold on! The dim summer night is pierced by a horrid slapping sound and the sumptuous scratching of skin carries even over the soothing rattle of the rye cobs. Not even a weather vane could sleep in this hullaballoo! You can also reverse the colours when knitting the socks, so the little bastards will be lightly terrorizing darker socks…