I wish I had one of these and a boy to turn the great wheel.
There was a people’s curated exhibition with many interesting artefacts.
I wonder if this could be turned on the great wheel lathe (I guess not looking at the two varieties of wood used for the captive rings.)
Echoes of Skipton’s busy industrial past and productive cotton mills.
And memories of an Indian childhood told in a cross-cultural American traditional red work quilt.
More treats in the streets outside.
The Penny Plain Theatre were out roaking in people (notice the boxing glove, it was used) to gamble away their hard-earned cash in a fruitless search for sudden wealth
Skipton Ukelele Band were out.
As well as some buskers, including this delightful quintet.
I’ll bet it looks good under all those layers of paint.
Felt a very small amount like being in ole Manhattan. Funny old world!