Brighton (you probably remember her from last year) arrived earlier than expected, having left home as soon as she got the news about the extreme makeover needed to pull off this year's event. Ever ready to taxi people around, Eliot cranked up his scooter and met her at the train station. It was early afternoon when she got to the house, so we went straight up to the bedroom to unpack her luggage and get settled in. Eliot carried the bag up for us and then went off in search of Harold.
Brighton and I wasted no time in getting comfy and sacking out to talk over our plans for the coming days. "Bunty, I've got an idea. Why don't we dye some wool and spin it into yarn to sell at the bazaar?" "Do you think we have time?" "We'll MAKE time!" Plans were laid, and we set out to forget about Wool Week for a while. The evening calmly wore on as we brought each other up to date with all the news about our pets and fiber projects. All in all, I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. And calm is always nice . . .