Monday 6th June.

Wandered along to the railway station first, spoke to the man at Enterprise car rentals, (their office was closed yesterday,) then sussed out where the return car park is at the station.
So that's all good.

Then walked to the National Railway Museum about a quarter of an hour's walk away, although it took us a bit longer than that; we stopped in a wee park that had been a mass burial ground for cholera victims some time in the early 1800s as I remember - forgot to write it down.
Across the road to another wee park immediately outside our hotel, and there in the middle of a flower bed was a stone about seven inches across and carefully hand-painted with the legend: David Warren 9/9/13.
Don't know what that's about; but it must mean something to someone.

Then wandered up to the museum, arriving about 10:30. First thing I noticed was a wee 'road-train' thing I'd seen touring the roads of the city yesterday, and had noted that it tracked true even five cars back...so I asked the driver if the back axles of the trailers were contra-steered and would he mind if I had a look at them.
"Yes and no," was his reply; so I crawled underneath one. Yep, he's right; they're contra-steered alright...a very simple arrangement but obviously very effective.
Okay, in to the museum, it's free to enter, (I like that,) but a small donation would be appreciated. So I gave them six quid; is that small enough?
There's just so much to see here that words couldn't possibly do it justice. Best advice would be to visit:

nrm.org.uk

(Hope the link works.)
We left there about 3:45, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
She dipped out about 1:30, spent the rest of the time there sitting in a shady spot in a sort of coffee garden place...and I only opted out when my bad knee and back started to complain.

Highly recommended.