Good day to you all, fellow adverntureres and admirers of the Age of Steam.
Well, my observations of this town have moved on apace today, after another sojourn to the Gallery, and some fascinating interviews with all manner of strange and charming people. This art gallery greets you well before you enter it. As you walk down the main street, the first thing you see is a giant two-wheeled machine which my minder informs me is a motor-cycle, most likely of the Harley-Davidson variety. It's very big, and appears to me to be almost as inconvenient a thing to ride upon as a penny-farthing. But who am I to judge? After that, you cannot help but notice the giant locomotive, which has apparently bored its way through the substrata, and is flinging itself into the air in a very flamboyant fashion. Sadly, the shrivelled gentleman inside it appears to have expired, due to the rigours of underground steam-travel. Still, I expect he died happily doing what he loved, and that's always a comfort. Further down the street on the next bit of grass is yet another splendid steam engine. I am quite ignorant as to the uses of this wondrous machine, but it is certainly an impressive sight.
As if all these weren't enough, on approaching the Gallery entrance, the visitor is welcomed by Oscar, the one and only Steampunk gorilla, who is directing proceedings from the top of his very own (somewhat rusty) horseless carriage. He looks slightly puzzled, but masterful, nonetheless. Above the main door is a most wondrous banner made by someone called Andy Galaxy, and depicting, amongst other things, a very racy gentleman tearing across the front of the building on two wheels.
Once inside the Gallery, I quickly interviewed two charming ladies, Barbara and Megan. When I asked them what they thought about the exhibition, Barbara said that for her, 'words couldn't do it justice.' Megan said that 'she just absolutely loved it, and considers herself to be a roving Ambassador Extraordinaire for Steampunk.' She also said that she would be dancing at the big opening tomorrow, but that her 'character' couldn't comment until she had her outfit on.
After that, my attention was immediately captured by something I had noticed before, the Earnest Ruderford Atomic Entanglement Coinwallet Extractor. This magical device is for the procurement of money. It is, in fact, a donation box. It is a most splendid affair, and is the brainchild of Mr. John Mitchell, an artist and inventor of some notoriety. I managed to get an interview with this canny gentleman, and he showed me the original plans, and explained how the current Extractor had come about. Turns out, it it the offspring of a large glass bowl and an old crock, cunningly disguised by all sorts of other things. John turned the bowl upside down over the crock, and it fitted. Serendipity!!! After that, his three handsome assistants Rick, Bill and Verne, all added their own special skills to the mix. It was most disturbing, the way the money rattled in my pocket, trying to escape and fling itself down into the extractor. I tell you friends, that thing'd eat all your cash before lunch, if you didn't watch it. I'm thinking of getting one for Sir Cecil. His fortune is considerably smaller than it was in the past, before I met him, and this could be just the solution!!!
Anyway, must dash, I'll catch you all later...