A pleasant day at Stockwood County Fair today - the sun was shining, people were walking about in shorts eating ice cream... but in the Mossman Museum it was absolutely freezing!  I basically had to keep jogging about rubbing my hands together to keep warm.  At least it keeps the period carriages preserved, I suppose...

My stall was next to some vintage Vauxhalls and... Hillmans?  Not sure.  But every so often a dad would pass by with his young son and shout out, 'Hey, there's my car!'  You certainly feel old when you recognise your own past possessions in a museum.  We went to Bletchley Park on Saturday and I had a Proustian moment with a Sinclair ZX Spectrum.  Ah, the feel of the 'dead flesh' keypad!  It took me right back to 'Hall of the Things', a cutting edge game where you braved monsters to collect rings (depicted by the letter o).  The Spectrum magazine was called '16-48' - as in 16 to 48K of memory.  Bless.