I cycled off on Saturday morning to investigate an old historical sign that I'd read about, a remnant of the railway era in central Leicester. But when I got to the reported place, it had long gone, was no where to be found and my mission to photographically capture another remnant of Leicestershire history had been thwarted. Still struggling with the last vestiges of a head cold and despite a bitingly cold north wind, I decided to head off for a couple of hours physical therapy.
I passed through Birstall and as I started to ascend the hill out of the village, I woke up to the fact that I'd noticed this tree and that it really deserved to be photographed. After all, it really fitted into my "By The Way" series. I turned around and went back to take a closer look.
That evening, I was interested to discover that "yarn-bombing" or "guerrilla knitting", whilst unknown to me, has been around since at least 2004. A little more digging revealed the KGB website of the Knitting Guerrillas of Bristall , whereupon I found the above quotation. Well, I take my hat off to these anonymous crocheting creators! After I'd seen this tree, a dull day had been brightened and I completely forgot about feeling unwell and had a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon's bike ride.