Tuning a 'Bachmann' Grand Piano dating from the late 1940s at RAF Cosford, Shropshire.
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Royal Air Force Museum in the Midlands, visit to RAF Cosford
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I'm off in North Wales for two days R and R, a delayed birthday treat from February.
I'm visiting @RAFMUSEUM at Cosford on Friday 13th 😱! If anyone that follows this thread wants to meet up there for a chat, PM me via this page. I'll be there 11 am until Mrs C marches me out! 😩
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So yeah, I escaped from Meriden! TL;DR: I managed 30.8 miles as the crow flies and 44 as the feet walk, getting from Meriden in Warwickshire to RAF Cosford in Shropshire. Technically I am now an ultramarathoner, having skipped the marathon stage.
Learnings:
My Hi Tec Raven boots are cute, cheap and vegan, but do not support my feet enough, even with Supafeet insoles. Thankfully my route took me past my house and I could swap to my battered old Peter Storms, which will never be waterproof again, but give my feet a good cuddle.
Plotting a route that went past my house was a stroke of genius. It added about five miles but meant I could switch to dry clothes and have an emergency nap. Also it turns out my cats cannot handle the timed feeder, psychologically.
I am a convert to using two lightweight walkimg poles, even if they left me with sore shoulders and blisters on my hands. 44 miles with poles felt a lot better than 25 without. Also a godsend for poking dodgy terrain in the dark before putting your feet on it.
Sometimes it's better to pee al fresco than go in the abandoned portaloo that's physically and spiritually a bit unstable.
People who do weird events are generally lovely. The pre-race briefing included a section dedicated to a guy last year who missed a tiny 'footpath closed' sign, fell in a construction mud pit, lost a shoe, and continued for a further 25 miles. At which point an angel watching the race randomly showed up to lend him shoes. And then the race director presented him with a brand new pair this year.
If you're gonna carry two litres of fluid on your back you should probably drink some of it in the first 15 miles or you don't get to wonder why you have a headache and brain fog.
Photos below the cut.
Cross at the centre of England; race start point. It's not a cross anymore because it's 500 years old.
Alright yeah let's do this!
Extremely cursed toilet. Or I pissed in the TARDIS. It was dark.
When I realised it was only 24 hours for drive thru and I'm not a car and there would not be coffee.
Radical Muslim found in Lozells. Must be one of those no-go areas of Birmingham I've heard about *rolls eyes*
More street art, this time in Handsworth, commemorating the 1976-7 Grunwick strike.
Dark again by the time I reached my fourth county (Warwickshire, West Midlands, Staffordshire, Shropshire)
RAF Cosford inviting me to coffee in the community hub, behind barbed wire, under the Official Secrets Act.
Pathetically drinking vitamin/electrolyte juice in the train home.
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