Old Times Never Come Back And I Suppose It's Just As Well

We've been to Beamish Museum today, so unreasonably cold for May.

Beamish is like Marmite for me, I cannot figure out do I love it or hate it. Some of their volunteers are a bit too enthusiastic - bordering on weird I would say. I've spotted a guy in his 40s predending to be a schoolboy, who knows what was going through his mind as pretendy schoolmistress was shouting at him to get in line!

Milla clearly loves Beamish, the mine most of all (best moment when pretendy miner turns the light off). In any case it's a good walk in fresh air.

I like old houses with range stoves, smell of coal fires, coming out from the mine and seeing sunshine again, William Morriss wallpaper, pantries with rabbits and smoked fish, riding on the top deck of a bus.

I like self-containedness of old times.

Colin suffers the experience with a good face, for which I am truly greatful.