or, how we got lost on the road to Yarndale.
When I initially planned for Yarndale I decided I would book a room for three at the Bradford Travel lodge just to be safe, I did not want to miss out due to late planning (again) and wasn’t sure which witch was coming, if any. In anticipation of needing to take the train I booked the room for Friday and Saturday nights. So far so good, then one of the witches’ husbands took quite ill and she really couldn’t come, THEN another witches’ husband was involved in a traffic collision (not his fault) and had to take time off work so money was too tight to come, that left two of us Mummy Fox and I. As Mummy Fox can drive and owns a car that saved the train time and quite a bit of money (more for yarn), so Friday morning, with the cry of “Road Trip” we set off for Bradford (via Skipton for a visit to Coopers cafe bar)
We arrived in Skipton for twelve so had lunch at Coopers cafe bar, which I must say was lovely and had the most amazing teapots I have ever seen (but forgot to take a photo of)
and found a job for Crochet Widower
after that we set off to Bradford to check in to the hotel and scope out the surroundings, we were not planning on crazy nights out but you never know what you might find
a new hat and pair of cropped jeans for example.
Lie in, we woke at seven forty five. There was a leisurely cup of tea and get ready to leave then we set off for YARNDALE. WE planned on parking at the Rotary club and catching the park and ride bus to yarndale. The queue for the bus was rather long so on enquiring the way to yarndale we were given directions and told it was about a mile and a half, OK, we’ll walk, that’s not too far.
We got lost, as you can see, the purple line is the quickest way to yarndale from the car park, the green line is the way we went. There were eight opportunities along our way to cut the journey down that we missed. Initially we missed the correct turning, we spent up to the yellow road saying “let’s see what is around this corner”, the yellow road is a duel carriage way, I felt it unsafe to continue along this road when I could not see a turn off so made Mummy Fox climb an embankment and cross a field of sheep poop, we then asked a young boy where we were going and after he told us he got on his skate bored and fled as fast as his wheels could carry him. But hay it was a nice walk and
we made it, spot of hooking in the queue later and we were in
It was lunch time by now so we had a spot to eat and developed out action plan, Saturday was reconnaissance day but I did bag some 100% wool, that smells of sheep (you should be used to my wool sniffing by now) from Eliza Conway
The colours are darker and more autumnal in real life and I have plans for a lap blanket, maybe with a triangular motif. We saw what looked like the contents of my head
Mummy Fox bought a new hat
I mean bag, and pretty much all of the starter kits for portable crafts, the woman is insatiable. She even had a go at making lace (well one row).
Off we went back (on the bus) to the hotel for noodles, cake and Doctor Who.
Early start (well usual time of seven), drink tea, and off we go. We had to have a bacon butty when we arrived at yarndale (by bus) then to make the final decision on which items I could not live without
That would be needle felting equipment, a fried egg pincushion kit, some BRIGHT wool tops, and used sari silk. There are half plans in my brain, but first I must make the egg so I know what I am doing.
There really was so much going on that I forgot to take enough photos, and remember names, but I was like a pig in muck. Unlike the stitch and craft shows which tend to be dominated by paper craft (that I can’t do) yarndale does what it says on the tin, there is spinning (wheel and spindle), dying (natural and acid, I even saw some Kool aid), felting (wet and needle), all kinds of weaving, knitting and crocheting from teeny tiny to EXTREME, lace making, bunting, egg cozies, mandala, silk, wool, cotton, lace weight to super chunky, spun, carded, washed, raw, dyed, virgin, and because it is held in a livestock auction room, the faint undertone of sheep, hang on
not that faint.
On the way home we started planning next year, the only thing that would have made it better would have been the other witches coming too.
Visit the Yarndale website and start planning your trip for next year.