Last month there was an item on the Scottish news about a yarn bombing episode that had occurred in the village of Ettrickbridge in the Scottish Borders.
Intrigued to witness it first hand, I whisked the delightful assistants off for a day out.
As we approached Ettrickbridge, we got our first indication of what lay ahead as we passed the entrance to Bowhill country estate.
Ettrickbridge is a small, quiet village with one main street running through the middle of it.
As soon as we got there we started spotting odd bits of colour by the roadside, in the form of knitted collars on poles, signs and lamp posts.
The more we looked, the more remarkable were the sights we saw.
A First World War memorial gate outside the parish church had been decorated very nicely with knitted poppies attached to pieces of gauze.
Close to the gate, sitting on the grass by the roadside, was a replica of one of the houses in the village with its tiny owners outside.
On the other side of the road, a bench seat was thick with interesting little knitted items.
The detail was astonishing.
One of my favourite features of the bench was a little lady on a small horse,
although I was also delighted by a wee biddy holding a teapot with fancy teacosy.
Further along the main street we were most impressed by the public telephone box.
Despite being engulfed in knitting it was apparently fully operational.
Along at the far end of the village we spotted a local sitting quietly outside the village hall with her knitting. Perhaps it was she who had been responsible for the yarn bombing.
Delightful assistant no.2 attempted to engage her in conversation but she wasn’t giving anything away.
Delightful assistant no.1 had a go, but she didn’t have any luck either.
The knitting lady was content to allow others the opportunity to unburden themselves, staying resolutely mute herself. She made for very easy company.
Having exhausted ourselves ambling through the village, we made our way back to the car to take ourselves off to our lunch spot.
The tearoom we ate in had an unexpected connection to the knittings of Ettrickbridge – soon to be revealed in another post.