It was winter and a cruel and hard winter at that. An iron winter, when snow lay upon snow. Long and unyielding was the darkest of seasons as Mother Winter wrapped herself about the land like a great icy cloak. Her long freezing fingers reaching inside one and all, tickling their ribs and chilling them to the bone. And so it was a time to gather by the fire, there rubbing shoulders with rough hewn folk, partaking of some midwinter merriment. Enjoying good food and even better company; laughing your aches and ailments away for a while anyway. And now it’s time for you too to draw closer still to those bright beckoning flames, and hear storyteller, The Yarnsmith of Norwich tell tales celebrating Midwinter and the Christmas season. Stories of world weary knights, poor penniless pedlars, famished farmers, greedy foxes, talking trees, and all manner of rough wisdom from long ago.

Please note Strangers’ Hall is not accessible to wheelchair users.