Long ago, in the textile heartlands of Nottinghamshire, there was a picturesque factory called Roy Lowe and Sons. It was run by Roy and his two sons, Tim and Martin. It was a happy factory and they made the best socks in the land until one day, an evil economic spell was cast that ground the proud machines to a halt.
The factory closed down. Myths about the abandoned factory floated on the wind around the county. Some people believed it was full of elves who still produced socks; others even claimed to have seen elves running out to do a cob run on Friday mornings. Myth grew into legend and things that should never have been forgotten fell out of memory.
Until one day, a son of the third generation, Ben, a golden child with flecks of silver in his curly hair, was sweeping the factory floor when he came across what turned out to be a great mine shaft. With a head full of adventure and a heart full of valour, he descended and found a mine full of elves who were proudly knitting the finest technical socks in the land. This gave Ben a marvellous idea. A treaty was formed with the elves and on this fateful day the SockMine was born!