Winter at the Wool Shop: Skeins, snow, and the knitting circle that kept the lights on

Harriet Combe

You settle into a chair by the fire as Agnes Loch guides you through a small wool shop where snow piles against the windows and the knitting circle gathers each evening. You will feel the scratch of yarn between your fingers, hear the click of needles in quiet rhythm, and come to know the women who arrive with cold hands and leave with something mended. The chapters move like winter itself: long darkness, patient waiting, then the gradual return of colour and warmth. Loch reads with the unhurried pace of someone who understands that some stories must be knitted one stitch at a time. The sound is intimate, close, like a voice across a lamplit table. Let the shop door close behind you.