My biggest challenge with these events is always finding the place in the first instance. Festiwool was held in the North Herts. College in Hitchin, just off the Cambridge Road. We had the postcode, and the Cambridge Road is not a very long one, so you'd have thought it would be a doddle getting there. In the pitch black and pouring rain of the Friday night rush hour, with bumper to bumper traffic it was, however, a challenge. I always feel especially blessed to have the assistance of that modern miracle that's called the SatNav. I've got a spectacularly bad sense of direction, and my TomTom saves my bacon every time I head out. Luckily, out of the gloom, I saw some yarn bombing beckoning to me from a carpark, and had a hunch that I'd found the right place. So, in the end, it was a combination of science and the irresistible lure of the yarn that led me home.
Sadly I hadn't finished my Festiwool bear in time for the fair. We've had the builders in again. They're still here. And my home is like a war zone. The joys of living in a leaky, old house ... . So poor little Festibear's a monopod at the moment, but with another leg and a couple of arms he'll soon be ready to go.
Anyway I'd better push off and sort out some of the voluminous pile of challenges that are intimidating me from my in-tray. All the best for now, and a thank you to everyone who stopped by on Saturday,