We also had an odd experience that began in a cafe in a market in Blackpool. We were sitting at a table with another couple, and when we got to talking, they said that they live in Birkenhead, near Liverpool. They were quite insistent that they were going to "take us around". We tried to demur, but they would have none of it. And they were very helpful with traffic information so as which tunnel to use to get to our campsite. We spoke several times on the phone, but didn’t quite connect. The second day in town, they spent all day calling us on my cell phone and then trying to find us. When we returned to the farm, they came back and spent a while with us, giving us three gifts and promising to write. Very standoffish, these English.
We went through the World Museum. Their collection of paintings were mostly done by people who, in our ignorance, we had never heard of, but they also had a number of paintings by "The Masters". One of those in the former category the original of a print that Ron’s Aunt Bella had in her living room! Like meeting an old friend, except that he had never liked it! Another very famous painting there was the well known one of Henry the Eighth, standing in full costume, stockinged legs apart, one hand on hip, the other near his dagger, burgandy velvet cloak, jaunty hat, bejewelled, looking straight at you, very regal indeed.
As you all know, Ron and I are very interested in World War II, and the Maritime museum had a great temporary exhibition about Britain in the Blitz, including a talk by "Albert, an ARP (Air Raid Patrol) warden" lecturing us on what we had to do to observe the blackout rules, and what do do when we hear the air raid siren. Although we really knew most of what was said, it was very interesting to see how it was presented to a much younger generation. (Continued......)