Up at the Auction Mart, there was a flurry of last minute preparations such as putting out the brochures ready to hand out as visitors arrived.
The exhibitors too were busy doing their own last minute preparations. Everywhere was a-buzz with anticipation for 10am when the doors would officially be opened.
I've only been to Yarndale on a Sunday before so the busy-ness of Saturday was a revelation to me. This was a quiet moment early on - later in the day the Knit n Natter lounge was full, Lucy disappeared behind crowds of visitors and the seating areas were crammed with people knitting, crocheting, eating lunches, chatting and watching the world go by. It was exactly what the Knit n Natter Lounge was intended for.
The day whizzed past in a bit of a blur. I spoke to so many people, admired socks, talked very proudly about the Yarndale Sock Line and helped out with a few sock-related problems. I delved into people's shopping bags, ooh and ahhed and squished yarn, and met friends old and new. It was a really lovely day.
Sunday's weather wasn't quite so promising. You'd be forgiven for thinking that I was showing you a picture of a different view, but it's exactly the same one from out of my hotel window - but without the hill! It had completely disappeared in the mist, and it was noticeably cooler.
The number of visitors to Yarndale on the Sunday was noticeably less, too. I think as a visitor it will have been a much more pleasant day to come as there were times on Saturday when I think it must have been pretty much impossible to get close to some pens. I did my bits of shopping on Sunday too, either early on before the doors opened or just as the festival was closing down.
Once the last visitors had left, we started to dismantle everything. It seemed such a shame to take away all the bright bunting, the socks and the blankets from the Knit n Natter Lounge, but I'm sure they wouldn't have been deemed necessary by the farmers who would be back for their sheep sales during the week. Soon, apart from a few bags and tables, you would never know we had been there.
Out in the main pen area, the stands were being dismantled as quickly as they went up.
It was all hands on deck to get the bunting down from the Hub. The Flowers for Memories were carefully rolled up ready to be moved, and the rest of the shop stock was stacked so that it could be stored and put on the Yarndale website later on.
The light was fading fast and the pens were empty. All the bunting was down, the chairs were stacked and the rubbish collected.
Did it feel eerie? No, just rather forlorn, this time. A bit like when Christmas Day is over and all the relatives have gone home, leaving memories of a fun time and lots of tidying up. At last I said my goodbyes to the rest of the team and headed for the doors.
Back home, I was delighted to see my husband and my girls again. They were full of what they had been doing over the weekend and hadn't really missed me too much at all. We sat and exchanged our news for a while and then in was time to get ready for bed - small daughter was already in her pyjamas and yawning widely. The next day would be back to school and work ... Yarndale 2015 was over.