We went to Yarndale, just the two of us, on the train. Our first festival of yarn.
We took banana bread to fill our bellies.
And crochet to occupy our fingers
Yes, this is my daughter and she is actually crocheting!!!!!
We passed on the offer of a bus ride to walk through the park.
In side the huge cattle auction shed, our base for the day, we were met with this!
This quite made us forget the lingering smell of the usual visitors to the cattle market that hung about the place!
The cattle pens provided natural enclosures for stall upon stall, upon stall, upon stall. There was so much to see. I wish I had taken more photos but it was really quite tricky amongst the throngs of punters. Just imagine woolly rainbows of every type of yarn, everywhere you look and you are almost there.
None of your big names. Just a huge wonderful mix of independent breeders, dyers, spinners, weavers, knitters and crocheters!
And our haul?
Fairly modest, considering. I think I was blown away by the sheer hugeness of the choice.
Most stalls only took cash which prevented me from getting too carried away. 4 hours was about the limit for my daughter, including a very reasonable lunch in a sheep pen.
Next time I shall go with projects in mind, with weights and yardage written down. I am tempted to say I would go alone but how do you choose between a lovely day out with your daughter and an extra few hours of shopping and chatting to stall holders?
Maybe she’ll not want to go or maybe her sudden interest in crochet will grow to match mine!
Either way, I shall be back next year.
Did anyone else make it and come off as lightly?
Love, Lucie xx