Monday, February 27, 2006

a fibre-filled fortnight (part one)

I'm just pausing to draw breath after a fabulous couple of weeks. So much done that I'll give you this weekend's fun in a post today and then tell you about the previous weekend later in the week. Yesterday I got back from Skip North, billed as "the UK's first knitting and spinning in public holiday". Hmm, we certainly did knit in public (spinning was done in private, which was just as well as, despite having a wonderful time, I was the class dunce) but we also spent many happy hours buying yarn. Once I find out how to include links I'll link you to the website for the holiday. I suspect you will get the wrong impression of me (!) from pictures taken over the weekend. I was snapped boozing on a steam train, balancing on one leg in a Youth Hostel and hiding behind my hat whenever I realised a mugshot was being taken. I did do knitting, too, honest. And shopping, hmm, yes.

The Youth Hostel was far more comfy than I'd expected (based on memories of hostelling widely in the UK and France between 1976 and 1982). Dorms are smaller, beds are better, meals are not just edible but actually tasty, showers are (a) hot and (b) free and (c) no longer communal and alcohol is not only permitted but on sale at reception (so I needn't have knocked back that swift half of cider on the Keighley and Worth Valley Railway but the buffet car was so elegant and the bar so well-stocked and a certain person who knits on the green was so persuasive...)

We were a really friendly bunch (the only people I already knew were Liz, Lucy and Lucy's young daughter, Lily). The holiday was action packed. Liz and I walked the almost-mile up a vertical cliff face to the youth hostel from Haworth station surprisingly fast. (NB you might think that "vertical cliff face" is something of an exaggeration but please do bear mind that I grew up in Norfolk and live in Cambridge). We arrived to find a fabulous grange (cue Kate Bush singing Wuthering Heights) with very arts and crafts style decor and were directed to a dorm. It was warm. It had lockers (though you do need to bring your own padlock). It was ours and ours alone. We unpacked hastily and descended to the study room to begin spinning all sorts of feathers and fibres and things into yarn. Well, most people did spinning, I just made an exciting tanlge. Then we made stitch markers (see scanned image, appear to have found a way around having no camera!). It was like being at Grandma's with all sorts of exciting treasures at our disposal. After a tasty meal we spent the evening knitting (and eating cake and imbibing) in the lounge. Olympic projects were completed. Saturday found us buzzing around West Yorkshire in a luxury minubus (such was the luxury that the driver even provided Disney DVDs to entertain Lily, aged 7). Cold Harbour Mills (yummy Jo Sharp and Debbie Bliss yarns at about 4p/gram..), The Skep (100g 100% wool 4-ply, space dyed in tasteful colours for £1/ball perfect, 50p/ball with slight colour problems; skeins of bargain mohair), Bombay Stores (incredible fabrics, trimmings and shoes), The Knitting & Crochet Guild Collection (thought I'd get out of here without spending but forgot that KCG Trading has just about the best selection of knitting books available in the UK and then there was the yarn mountain: all you wanted --including discontinued Rowan yarns-- for 1p/gram. We also got to see some of the Guild's treasures: knitted/crocheted items from the C18th to the present day.)

On the route from Bombay Stores (Bradford) to Lee Mills (KCG warehouse just outside Holmfirth) we passed (literally) over the place where I first tasted coca cola (and hated it). My grandparents lived at 490 Bradford Road, Huddersfield from the early 1920s until the house was demolished for road widening in the 1970s. The road had changed so much that it bore no relation to my happy childhood memories. The mill where Grandad worked has gone, too. Some things endure, though. Back in Cambridge I wound all the skeins of yarn I purchased into balls using my grandmother's swift, which I first saw in action at 490 Bradford Road. I found this very impressive as my other grandmother used me as her swift! On Sunday we went to Wingham Wool Workshop (South Yorkshire) which was heaven. Think of an old-fashioned sweet shop only larger, filled with bags of wool tops in every colour of the rainbow (rather than sweets in jars ), overflowing with hand-dyed yarns and pencil rovings and with a wall of the most beautifully carved knitting needles (made from surina wood). The Workshop's credit card machine went into meltdown whilst we were in there. I now have lots of luscious yarn and my poshest-ever knitting needles (they are shinier than my Brittanys and I *love* shiny, though not on my t-zone, natch).

But I also feel more connected to my father's family's past. I'd known that Dad's ancestors included itinerant weavers and dyers (think we'll gloss over the spinners given my lack of prowess with a drop spindle) but I hadn't really stopped to think that this must be where my love of wide open space comes from. Must be why I coped surprisingly well with the hill up to the hostel, too.

I rounded off the weekend in style: the first leg of the journey home found me knitting up a storm in the steam locamotive (secretly pretending that I was one of the Railway children). It was idyllic until some stupid person's mobile 'phone rang. A mobile 'phone on a steam train, how anachronistic is that? And yes, I was that stupid person. But I've only had a mobile 'phone for a week longer than I've had a blog, so reckon I can be excused.

I know that Nic and Alex are planning more Skip Holidays. If you get the chance: go!


gourdongirl said...

Welcome to "blogland" Rosie. Yes SKIPnorth was a brilliant weekend, yes we learned a lot and YES we spent a lot of money shopping till we droped and yes we chatted a lot and ate alot and drank some too!!!! The long and the short of it was we all had a great weekend. Looking forward to meeting you again!

littlelixie said...

Hi Rosie. Woo ha for the blog!

Liz said...

Welcome to blogland, Rosie! Just got back and need to snap the stash before storing it... thanks for sharing the journey, the room etc.!

m said...

I wish I could have been with you all at Skip North.
It sounds as though it was great fun.
When I saw Nic last month the programme sounded great.