As there was no garage on site, and the goods were displayed in the church, I think this is better defined as a ‘rummage sale’. So I headed down to rummage around a bit.
Had a hell of a time finding the place (no pun intended), the address is actually 130, not 30. They had the standard junk and amongst, my jackpot of crusty old vinyl.
Only an idiot would bike 6.6 miles to look at about 10 records in a church, but I have always been a man obsessed. At least it was a nice day for a ride.