We could see that something was afoot as we walked past the art gallery in York yesterday - for a start, it had been surrounded by Yarn Bombers.
We thought the gallery was shut for refurbishment, but, inside, some sort of arty revolution was going on. People were drawing on the walls!
They came from far and wide, eager to make their mark...
The local press arrived," What do YOU make of all this, sir? No, I promise, I'm not talking down to you!"
There was even a pop-up cafe where the guerrilla needlewomen were hiding out...
...and where, in time-honoured tradition, Eve knitted while Adam looked a bit fed up.
No Saturday visit to York is complete without stopping to listen to our favourite street performers, The Buffalo Skinners. (You can listen to them here.)
And a little treat for me...