Rick@Knees was emphatic: “when you go to the UK, you have to visit the Black Country Living Museum.” This mantra was repeated often; and once we had arrived in the motherland I received a daily email asking “have you been yet?” So we did.
We arrived just after opening, but even so had to endure a half hour queue for tickets, along with hordes of kids and their weary parents. Once inside, the place was jammed, making for a less than ideal experience. And it rained.
That evening I fired off a mail to his lordship complaining as to the crowds. “oh, you should never go during school holidays, didn’t I tell you?”. No, you bloody didn’t.
So, no sweeping vistas of the place, and few detailed shots of the interior of shops and houses, because Kevin, Sharon and their chums had taken over everywhere. Just a few grabbed shots. As with all these posts, colour images are E-M1, black and white are Leica IIIC.