Explore: Harrisville

Saturdays are a precious day in the life of Melody. I work a three-week Saturday rotation, so I do my best to enjoy the two Saturdays between that I have off. This past week was a stressful one at work, so I decided to plan something special. A sweet woman who visits the library regularly told me about a tiny town called Harrisville, northwest of Dublin near Mount Monadnock. Apparently there is a wool mill there, with a shop attached. I went online and did some research, and discovered that the tiny center of Harrisville is indeed adorable! I couldn't wait to go. I packed up water, blankets, scarves, hats, and gloves, drove to pick up my mom, and we started out. Driving northwest in NH is always fun - our state has the most beautiful little towns. Each one is centered around an old church or meetinghouse, and usually includes lots of stone walls, brick buildings, and 200-year-old trees.

Harrisville is just such a town. It's situated just next to a tiny little lake, and boasts several brick buildings, a general store, a tiny library, a beautiful cemetery, giant church, and little crisscrossing roads navigating the water.

We started out with lunch at the Harrisville General Store. It had a bit of everything, including tables and chairs to relax in while we enjoyed soup, bread, and delicious strawberry pastries. From there we drove across the street to Harrisville Designs. I unfortunately didn't bring my camera inside (I don't have a lot of confidence bringing my camera into shops), so a few phone photos are following.

So much wool! So many colors. I loved walking around and looking at all the weaving projects in progress on the beautiful handmade looms. The mill, located just down the street, is where most of the yarn was spun. There were even some beautiful sheepskins for sale. I bought a few shuttles to make my weaving adventures a little easier.

Next we drove a few more feet down the road to the tiny cemetery jutting out into the water. Mum opted to stay in the nice warm car, while I braved the frigid gusts to take a few photos of the graveyard. I didn't last very long!

And last, we checked out the tiny little library. It was TINY. A single square room, lined and stuffed with books, movies, and more. I think we only lasted a few moments in there as well - it was about five minutes to closing time and the librarian was not impressed with our timing. ;)

Our return trip included a stop at a consignment shop (where I found a pair of original L.L. Bean boots for $40) and a quick run through Dunkin's (because this is New England, after all). Here's to the next adventure!