Over the weekend here the Giro d'Italia, one of the biggest cycle races in the world, came to town. When it was announced, I didn't know anybody who knew anything about competitive cycling. But, as the preparations began, most of us started to realise that we could expect something big. When they told us the roads would be closed we started to get intrigued, and by the time we heard that school would be closed because nobody would be able to get there, we were cheering before we'd even seen any cycling.
And the roads were closed: close to home on Friday, and on stretches across the country over the weekend as the racers flashed down the coast road, twisted through the city and finally headed south. All along the route, every step - or is that pedal? - of the way, we all went mad for bright pink, the Giro colour.
There were electricity pylons painted pink, pink kerbstones, pink pillar boxes, wigs of pink, faces turned pink: you name it, it was blushing. Rumour has it one enterprising fan had been collecting old bicycles for months. he spray painted them and offered to set them up outside shops and restaurants, for a fee, and then take them away after it was all over. Smart.
All too soon, it was over. We watched on tv as familiar landmarks appeared on the screen - it was strange - and we stood at the side of the road and cheered as strangers looked around at the streets we know so well. And when everyone had gone home, I went out to take a few extra pictures before the decorations disappeared. Which I think brings us right back to knitting and crochet. I liked the cycles, I really did, and the cheering, and the everybody-liking-each-other-and-getting-along; but I've found my favourite bit. Yarn bombing, Giro Style.
Before I go toady is it okay if I give a shout out to the new issue of Scrap365? That's my layout on the front cover. Out now!