But I'm back to tell you about my latest excursion to Yorkshire, specifically Skipton, or even more precisely - Yarndale - the woolfest that was celebrating all things 'sheepish'
I first read about it a year ago on Lucy's blog and decided that it would be an excellent excuse for a week in Yorkshire. The cosy little apartment that I'd booked was perfect - ten charity shops, a branch of Fatface, and a Thornton Chocolate Outlet shop within five minutes walk of my front door!
And, as it was so very close to the town centre, I was able to leave my car there and walk along the Leeds and Liverpool canal and through Aireville Park to Skipton Auction Mart.
I knew I was heading in the right direction because of all the yarnbombing that had taken place
and the miles of bunting
but mostly by the hundreds of women all making their way in the same direction. It was a bit like some kind of weird pilgrimage, with women from all over the country, flocking (get it?) to one place to buy yarn. In spite of the fact that I heard lots of them say "Well, actually I don't need anything...", believe me, they WERE there to buy wool. And needles, and crochet hooks, and buttons and patterns and gadgets for spinning, and felting and weaving. You name it, if was wool related, it was here.
Did I mention the bunting?
I was very tempted to buy one of these, as they're so pretty
I really liked the quirky knitted picnic
this trader's riotous use of colour -
And what did I buy? Oh, I didn't need any yarn; I've already got some.
Sheep - The Housemartins