Welcome to the village of Mersham, England idyllically situated in the rolling hills of Kent. It is a traditional English village in most senses, with quaint houses, gardens, pubs and a church.
The only thing is, it is made entirely out of wool.
It is a replica of the town knitted by hand by a group of ladies 23 years ago.
The idea came when times were tough and money was scarce. Rather than let the economic hardships get the better of them, a tightly knit group of women came up with a unique way to raise money: by knitting.
Knocking on doors, the women -- who called themselves the afternoon club -- asked fellow villagers if they would like to see a reproduction of their home, knitted in wool, in exchange for a donation that would go to help save the village town hall.
They "came around and asked, would anyone like to have their house knitted, because we are going to do all the houses in the village. And well, we couldn't say no, could we?" Jim Woodhouse told ABC News.
"So we said yes!" chimed his wife, Avril Woodhouse.
The project grew, until it included nearly every building in Mersham.
After successfully raising money to keep the village hall afloat two decades ago, the knitted village was stowed away under hall's stage and forgotten. It was not until last weekend, that Joy Pearson and other survivors of the club, decided to bring the project back to light.
The resurrected houses were brought out and carefully laid out on tables around the hall. Villagers flocked to the knit sale to buy a mini-wool version of their house and take a piece of village history home with them, rasing even more money for the town.
The slightly askew rather hickeldy-pickeldy replicas convey the character of the English houses with their tiled roofs and latticed windows.
One of the knitters, long since deceased, tackled her assignment of replicating the local church, while on holiday. Joy Pearson recalls how her friend had confused fellow holidaymakers, who could not understand why she was knitting little grey squares. With a twinkle in her eye, Mrs Pearson explained: "'You can't have a church without a graveyard, and someone had to make those graves.'"
Pearson herself knitted the local pub, The Royal Oak. From her house across the road, she had a perfect view to recreate this village hub.