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Published: September 16th 2022
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Part 4 - We had done virtually everything apart from one last part of the museum/castle complex. This was the odd sounding Aero park/motorcycles museum and the Depository . I guess with an aeropark you know what you are getting . Loads of old airplanes . However all we found was one old Danish Airforce MIG fighter plane parked up outside the buildings. We never did find another airplane despite trying.
Inside was quite literally a time capsule of vehicles . The lower floor was given over to motorbikes . Unlike in our country where the vehicles are displayed in date order starting from the earliest before moving up to date here there seemed to be very little order . The bikes were suspended from the ceiling and were at eye level so it was easy to look at them closely . And the benefit of being in Denmark rather than the UK meant that we virtually had the place to ourselves.
The way the bikes were displayed meant that they could be viewed easily from every angle . We did eventually find the way round but it was slightly convuluted. The oldest bikes were at one end and
then the rest spread through the building . I loved the old badges from the Matchless to the BSA. From the Harleys to the old fashioned early cycles . The driver was interested in the way they were built so in a way there was something for the bike enthusiast in all the machines in the building .
We were just going to leave when I spotted a sign which said "The Depository " Dont miss it said the sign. That was right up in the attic and it was like an Aladdins cave . Full of surprises . An Arkwrights store full of things you never thought you needed or perhaps never did need at all . A grannies attic or a Pops attic where you could go with something in mind that you needed and no doubt would find it there . From candlesticks to cutlery, from pots and dishes, from tennis racquets to vacuum cleaners grannies attic would have it there . House clearances were the main stay of the attics and here it seemed people were encouraged to bring in their old cars to be kept in a dusty attic . As we walked we
saw old Trabants , an old Morris Oxford , a number of bubble cars . The old cars went on and on.
As did the accessories . Car doors piled up against a wall . Tyres piled five deep. Tools , parts of engines . That reminded me of Whixall scrapyard . Want a new door and Furbers would find you one. It was the same here although I got the feeling that perhaps none of the items were for sale . The other thought that crossed my mind was the dust and the cobwebs . It seemed that the theme was pile them high, leave them dusty, let the spiders do their worse and never sell a thing . A bit like the wedding scene where the bride has sat at her wedding feast for years . Her dress motheaten and the table covered in cobwebs .
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