Yes I know. In this genteel, quiet north eastern Scottish town, with chic chocolate shop and independent retailers, bristling with royal warrants (not too far from Ballater and HRH holiday retreat Balmoral) I found… a yarn bomb. I was pushing Otis on the swing in the children’s park when I noticed it attached to the swing frame.
I think it’s a crab, but perhaps a monster? I’m uncertain. My friend Elizabeth is fairly sure it isn’t the work of the local knitting group of which she is member (average age 60 and not a hotbed of textile art-based subversion)
As well as the solitary yarn bomb, I have long noticed a stencilled bomb hugger and bomb (although… could be something else) on one of those grey BT boxes by the traffic lights. Far be it from me to suggest it’s a genuine Banksy (he has set up his own organisation that certifies his work, and they are notoriously fickle), and it seems quite bizarre that Banchory might harbour such urban cool. But then perhaps Banksy, tired of the hard bitten streets of Bristol, had a wee break on Royal Deeside. Who knows.