I visited a place called Wool while on holiday in Dorset recently.
There are no yarn shops in Wool. I know, I was disappointed too. I had been forewarned that this was the case by Google Maps before I left home (of course I checked), but I had to see it for myself to believe it.
I think I speak for all knitters when I say they’re missing a trick here. I mean, think of the numbers of knitting (and crochet!) lovers that must visit in droves to get their own dorky photo like I did:
In front of the railway station sign. Imagine how much yarn they could sell!
My partner, Nath, thinks I am slightly delusional about the numbers of ‘normal for knitters’ types out there like me, who would ride pillion on a motorbike in the rain for forty minutes to go to a village in the middle of no where to get a picture with a sign.
Perhaps. But think of the visitor numbers if there *was* a yarn shop there. Huh? Yeah.