Posted by sean on April 5, 2015 at 6:30 pm in Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments

On Good Friday, we traveled to Surrey. Prior to leaving, Claire and I had searched the internet for things to do in the county. Stupidly not realising that Legoland was in that part of the country, we decided to visit The Brooklands Museum. Despite being a little dubious of what to expect, it wasn’t bad – a museum of cars, buses and planes. I have never been on a plane before, so was excited about the prospect of stepping foot on one, despite the fact it would be firmly rooted to the ground.

I was star-struck to meet Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

This was either a very realistic sculpture of a man; or a very, very dead man.

The Bath City trophy cabinet

Luckily we didn’t break down, so didn’t need to call The RAC

Yes, that really is Concorde

A plane cockpit. Sadly , I am yet to get my pilots licence, so couldn’t fly it.

Some horses. Like the man in the earlier photo, these are very good models or very dead corpses.

The plane I was brave enough to enter

From the bus museum. Not an X39 in sight.

Some WWII weapons.

An F1 car – driven by Ayrton Senna.

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