It is one of the few compensations of advancing middle age that you no longer even have to pretend that your idea of a good weekend might involve going to a festival of the kind that involve loud music, crowds of people getting off their faces, tents, and mud. But that doesn’t mean we don’t know how to let our hair down and have a wild time at the weekend…
I bring you the St Abbs Wool Festival, for starters
Meet the makers: Wensleydales (‘Wensleydale, Grommit!) outside the wool festival
There are breeds other than merino, apparently. Who knew?
And if you’re tired of looking at wool (how could anyone tire of looking at wool?) there are also buttons
Followed by one of the highlights of the year: potato day (we’ve been here before)
From Accent to Yukon Gold…
Why should the Young People have all the fun, eh?
Town Mouse 
You lucky person, all that wool!! Blue Faced Leicester? Lovely stuff. And the buttons and spuds look good too.
That is very nice. I too, would like to know what type of sheep they are.
John
@Christine – cunningly, I hadn’t brought any money so I got out unscathed
@John – they’re Wensleydales, apparently