It was such a fantastic surprise finding you though. There we were, out on a family drive – one of Husband’s magical mystery tours which, when accompanied by knitting bag, are a lovely distraction. The beautiful scenery was somewhat tempered by the tears coming from the back of the car: Son was over-tired and in meltdown. Too tired to sleep and too angry to be placated with rhymes, toys or chat. There was the promise of stopping “somewhere soon” but on such narrow roads, finding somewhere safe (and interesting enough to merit decamping said toddler out of the car) might not be as “soon” as we all wished.
And then, out of nowhere you appeared. It was Husband who spotted your well-placed sign and, no doubt in direct response to the turmoil in the car, suggested we stop. To be honest, I thought that he meant in the more general sense (as in a hand-wavy "sometime"), rather than "right now" but soon we were turning in the road and heading back towards you. How exciting!
On arrival, we realised what a real treasure trove we’d stumbled across – you keep such excellent company: An information centre sharing the history and other pertinent details of the local area to interested visitors (big tick for Husband), a playground with swings and a large slide (big tick for Son) and a coffee shop, which I skipped past on my way to see you (but noted its tea-time selection with real pleasure).
I must admit that you weren’t quite what I was expecting. I know that "appearances can be deceptive" and, as a very old, converted fisherman’s cottage, I had imagined a small – but perfectly formed! – selection of "local", speciality yarns. But no, your range of bait is much more extensive: All the "usual suspects" of luxury yarns, accompanying pattern books, notions, buttons and knitted gifts as well as the anticipated, lesser-known and unusual yarns. Oh, where to start?
Not only are you a well-stocked little shop but you have some friendly staff. Helpful shop assistant seemed more than happy to talk "knitting": We compared notes on knitting booties, I admired her selection of tea cosies and the baby blanket still on her needles. She, in turn, complimented "Rose" (also joining us on our day trip) and told me of her knitting "to-do" list. I tried not to think of mine as I worked my way around the heavily-laden shelves. Potential socks here, jumper for me there, jumper for Son in the corner, even jumper for Husband using some of your beautiful (but manly) yarn hanging outside the shop.
However, the one thing you are lacking is some kind of "time delay" where those entering your shop have extra time to browse, to think. Tick tock, tick tock. And my time was up: Son had fallen, not badly, but worn down by tiredness he was less able to cope with the usual toddler-associated ‘rough and tumble’. He needed sleep - sleep he could get in the car, not the yarn shop, not the neighbouring café.
We follow the coast road quietly home, Son sound asleep. My needles are busy but not as busy as the yarn-related plotting and scheming going on in my head: Next time, oh yes, next time.