What the fuck is this place? It calls itself a museum but it's like a garage crossed with Aladdin's cave. Maybe it's Aladdins garage. Tons of old bicycles, classic motorcycles, cars, domestic and agricultural machinery, carbolic soap, train stuff. It was a good investment at £3 entry for two of us as we waited for a storm to blow over on our way home. The Douglas Dragonfly was immaculate.
I've just returned from the north of England's finest rockabilly weekender. Actually I'm not aware of another one so it might be the north of England's only rockabilly weekender. Whatever, it was a great party. It's not quite the Hayride nor is it not trying to be but it is great if you like rockabilly, beer and dancing and I think it might grow into something special. I will certainly be going again and next time the high Pennine roads might not be such a slog- pretty much stormy all the way there and most of the way back but the triumph wasn't bothered.
a)- a size of spanner in the Imperial sizing system to fit 9/16ths of an inch nuts and bolts. b)- slightly more than half. c)- Revelation 9:16 "The number of the mounted troops was two hundred million. I heard their number."
d) the standard thread for bicycle pedals.