Menobsperkery; Urban Vanning

It has to be said that I have been hitting a little more trouble finding park ups and charging points coming together than had been the case up till Marlborough. I am sure I will get better at managing this malarkey, but things are not helped by chargers so often being placed in car parks which either have height barriers, strict time controls, pay-display even if charging and ... well... most are made for dinky toys. 

However, we are getting by, but each day has resulted in me landing in places I would not have naturally chosen. RLSpa was convenient only because I could access a decent charger from there as I went into Nottingham. Same with Bakewell, and thus on it was to Ashton-under-Lyne. Though the charger I used was in a car park and the ticket machine was... COIN ONLY!!! Who the 3097-02740574298245y uses coins these days. The lady on the other charger reassured me there was no cost for EV while charging. I am not convinced by that, but had to risk it. Of course, the parking warden turned up. Nothing was said, but he was having a good look and noting stuff down. Sigh... Oh, for the wisdom of that car park in Lincolnshire that made it clear there was no ticket req'd for EV charging spots. 

Anyway, I parked outside the Portland Basin Museum. Cobbled streets and big slopes, but it was quiet. Of course, the museum was closed on Mondays. Oh well, I used the rest of the afternoon to work on the next stage of travel and prepare piccies for posting. I also had a look along the canal behind the building.

Tuesday, after breakfast and a tidy-up, I wandered over to have a look around inside. It's free to enter. Not large, but what is there is very well arranged and really good information. I spent a good two hours there. There will be a video of this visit and a Tuesday posting - but for today, I'd like to share something for a few folks who might appreciate it.

First, for Joanne, (biggification may aid reading!)

The next two are for Aitch:

And now a couple for David:

Finally, mainly for me, but I wonder if anyone else finds this sort of personal history interesting?

After the museum visit, with the rain still drumming down, I drove only a short distance away to a tucked-away park up and then, where to from there? Well, that's the adventure, is it not?!!

And I leave you with the reminder that next week is FFF time again!!!