Woolfest was very good for us with lots of British alpaca yarns sold and more money in the till than last year. It is a very long way to Cockermouth but worth it. This time it only rained on the Friday, Saturday was fine, quite a change from last year when there was torrential rain all the time and floods everywhere. We were a little apprehensive when we realised that very close to us there were some mics and amps, what sort of dreadful music might be coming our way? We were wrong, the band was very good with Northumbrian pipes and drum, guitar, fiddles, a clarinet and flute, all playing extremely well and not too loud either. We stayed at the hotel over the road which looks like a Soviet style hotel on the Black sea. Mercifully the rooms had been refurbished and were very nice, staff good too, only downside being the dining room that was a sea of brown wood with low ceilings and fifties lampshades. Gallons of a light paint would do wonders. The real plus point was that we could leave the big white van at the show and walk to work every day. I am very claustrophobic and unwittingly shut myself inside the van whilst restocking. Didn’t know where the inside handle was, no mobile on me to call Chas for help, it was dark. Had to resort to banging on the door and hollering help and eventually some nice ladies let me out. I managed to resist going into full scale panic so awarded myself at least one smiley face.
