Knots, Nodded At: The Quiet Crafters Who Dress Fordbridge After Dark
On a wet Thursday in November, a handful of Fordbridge residents meet to plan small acts of woolly mischief across town. They won’t give their names, they don’t want a plaque, and they’d rather you didn’t spot them at work — but their postbox cosies and bench-end blankets have become part of the street furniture.