I should write about the Black Country Living Museum. But either I write a book about it, or tell you to go on their website and have a look yourself.
This is the map of the museum, and I visited everything. Went into the mine, did rope skipping, took the trolley bus (not exiting when you used to live near Arnhem…), drove the tram.
Absolutely brilliant. Interesting, fun, learned a lot. I only found one dissonant: a note on a piece of paper on a hot stove? I don’t think so!
Two days I spent at the museum, with the exception of an hour or two, when we did a boat trip into the Dudley Tunnels.
I always wonder why people want to do multimedia shows in caverns and mines.
This one was even worse than the one in Yaoling Cave, near Hangzhou, in China. Probably because this time I was able to understand the language.
But the boat trip was remarkable for the legging. No, not a piece of clothing, a means of propulsion. Used to ‘power’ a boat in a tunnel. I had a chance to leg the trip boat.
I even got a certificate.
And when you take out the text of the certificate, it becomes clear what it is all about.
You see, I’ve been pretty busy, lately. And, with a lack of proper internet access, it’s very difficult to write a blog. I absolutely don’t understand how people, cruising on a narrowboat, can write a post every day.
I certainly can’t…