The ringing chamber

Every time I go up into the ringing room it seems more and more like a village museum. I particularly like the bicycle on the left as I used to ride one of these with the small front wheel. For six years I did a butchers round and was up early in all weathers on a Saturday morning making deliveries. I remember once the basket got so heavy as I wheeled it along the pavement that it tipped up and all the Christmas orders ended up on the pavement. In those days they were only wrapped in newspaper with a skewer through. I rescued the orders off the pavement, repacked the basket and nobody ever knew - until now!