Skipton, Knitting and memories
As a child I lived in Skipton, North Yorkshire in the UK - Gateway to the Dales.
I spent the seventies in this lovely market town, no chain stores, playing on the moor and everyone knew my business - but that's a whole other story (more of that in another post).
I learnt to knit when I was about six and by the time I was nine I could read patterns and was knitting dresses for my dolls. I would be taken to the local wool shop as a treat to choose a ball of wool for my next project.
Imagine my delight when I first heard about Yarndale - a wool festival taking place in Skipton this weekend.
So on Saturday and Sunday I am driving over the Dale from Harrogate with my lovely friends and celebrating everything fibre.
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| Scanned from a postcard I sent to my Gran in the 70s |
I spent the seventies in this lovely market town, no chain stores, playing on the moor and everyone knew my business - but that's a whole other story (more of that in another post).
I learnt to knit when I was about six and by the time I was nine I could read patterns and was knitting dresses for my dolls. I would be taken to the local wool shop as a treat to choose a ball of wool for my next project.
Imagine my delight when I first heard about Yarndale - a wool festival taking place in Skipton this weekend.
So on Saturday and Sunday I am driving over the Dale from Harrogate with my lovely friends and celebrating everything fibre.
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