On a walk today along an undeveloped, industrial stretch of the river between East and North Greenwich it slowly dawned on me that some of the lamposts had socks? Weird. Then I noticed a derelict warehouse festooned with woolen bunting. Odd. This was shortly upstaged by my discovery of a tree wearing a brightly knitted sleeve on one of it’s branches! Strange.
What’s going on? As I went on I discovered more and more. Railings, posts, high up, low down. Whoever you are, you naughty knitter, I just want to say thank you. You brought a smile to my face and some colour to what would’ve been just another cold, grey day in London.
There is a serial knitter on the loose in Greenwich!