March 2, 2014

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

Wensleydale sheep

Meet the makers: Wensleydales (‘Wensleydale, Grommit!) outside the wool festival

wool from different breeds of sheep

There are breeds other than merino, apparently. Who knew?

assorted buttons

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)

potato varieties

From Accent to Yukon Gold…

Why should the Young People have all the fun, eh?