Come with Frost Magazine on an escorted tour of just some of Thirsk’s hanging baskets, but first, to set us off in the right mood, how about a beer at the Black Lion.

Properly refreshed, we’ll nip across the road to the hardware store, perhaps a tin of gloss paint? Or on a few steps to the travel agent and ah reminder of the Ukraine, and also how life goes on, with planes to holiday places.

On we go  towards the Market Square, So many baskets your editor has lost the plot, and can”t remember exactly where these actually hang. Below, clearly another prestaurant, is it Bianco? Not sure, but taken by a daughter after a fine meal we had there an evening ago. There’s the fine gentleman too, swinging above our heads as we toddled home, a mere mile and a half.

If you head towards an estate agent you can see the house, how clever are our Thirsk knitters. Next see the the prawns, yes, this must be near the Thai Bistro.

And still in the Market Sqare the bollards are dressed in yellow and blue for Ukraine. And on the other side, red white and blue, for the Jubilee The Queen is gone, but soon that particular little square will have …? We don’t know what, until it’s there. Will it be Harvest time? Oh I hope so.

But how I miss the Queen, her foot on the top tier of the cake stand, viewing her subjects as they walk by while she enjoys a cuppa with her corgi slipping off her knee.

Hooray for the Thirsk Yarnbombers. If only every town, big or small (like Thirsk) had such a group, all 100 or so,  in their midst, what a sight wouold ensue.