On one of our seaside meanderings, we were a-wandering down Saltburn's 'Pier of the Year 2009' (oh, hello!) and stumbled across some sports people.
Synchronised Swimmers with bobble hats
Ice-skaters looking fancy
The Incredible Hulk doing gymnastics
A sculler: serene
Apparently, the 60 Olympians mysteriously appeared overnight and are attributed to the anonymous 'Saltburn Yarn-bomber.' Poor sausage musta' been knitting a while.
I like the elusive Yarn-bomber. They've got class. Maybe it's secretly Banksy having a moment with the knitting needles. (Stranger things have happened.)
The Yarn-bomber is kind of like a type croqueting Superhero. All other knitters tremble in their wake. In my head, the bomber wears an ensemble entirely made of mohair and wields yarn cannons which sporadically fire wool and enables them to swing from building to building, kind of like a OAP version of Spiderman.
But hey, it's not just Grannies knitting any more - nay! - the whole nation is involved, and even I'm knitting dodgy scarves. The UK Hand Knitting association states that,
'448,000 men in the UK have an interest in knitting/sewing, 143,000 of these are very interested.'
Well, there you have it.
Buy anyhoo, I'm reckoning that if knitting was an Olympic sport, the Saltburn Yarnbomber would win gold, easy.
That must take some endurance.
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