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Brother PR6 Service in Frome and Weymouth

So, it’s the first road trip of 2024. Brother PR6 Service in Frome and Weymouth. Both machines have been booked into our service schedule and, as I write, we’re already booked up until March. I arrived at Stevie’s in pre-dawn darkness and a felt the brush of slightly warmer air on my cheek than of late. Two hot buttered crumpets and a cup of coffee. Crispy. Tasty. Lovely. And as usual Steve had the Hill Street Blues playing on his TV. Furillo and Joyce Davenport and all that. Joe Coffey had been shot in the shoulder and a pre Terminator Sarah Connor (Linda Hamilton) played his love interest. Joe pulled through.

Hill Street Blues

Later in the VW the talk of Hill Street Blues led to in depth discussions about The Onedin Line and that conversation built its own bridge to – The Sweeney. I’d seen the episode the night before, where Jack was working undercover as a barman. And the landlady was forced into paying protection money to a mob who charged her £50 a week. He’d rolled up his sleeves and opened three buttons of his shirt. He was proper ready for a scrap.

We pulled off the M6 toll and into the Norton Caines Services for our usual comfort break. Inside I noted there was only a small line waiting for a beef burger breakfast. Steve and I of course take a packed lunch and three flasks – coffee, tea and water.

Back on the road the payment system has been altered slightly at the toll booth. You now have to push your card inside the card payment reader. You can no longer just scan it. We decided it was to deter those who had previously tried to pay by presenting their phones to the card scanner. That ‘never’ worked and only succeeded in increasing the length of queue.

We continued along – M6 M5 M4. All without too much traffic or incident. Then a turn off onto an A road. Rivers had flooded over their banks and into fields and parks. Some of the flood water resembled lakes and one or two had frozen over. At one point, a pylon reached up and out of one of the frozen lakes. And all the while the sun hung low in a pale winters blue sky and blinded the eye at every turn.


A sign for Frome appeared and we followed it into an Olde England town centre. All cobbled streets and tiny shops and cheek by jowly.

We parked half ways up on the steep, requiring the VW to be left in gear and a good pull on the handbrake. Lyn, our lady appeared – a nice lady with a lovely warm smile. Steve and I said our Hello’s and followed her into the sewing room. It’s a long time since I saw a Passap knitting machine in operation and our lady had the two – motors slung on the backs of both.

Carefully, Steve and I carried the lady’s PR650e back outside and into the van.


We turned the van toward Weymouth and soon we were bending this way and that way along lonely old country lanes. We drove by hidden-away small holdings at the far end of tufty grass fields. There were ramshackle outbuildings made up from old timber and rusting corrugated iron. Some were partly wrapped in chicken wire to keep things in, or out, or both.

We pulled into a lay-by. Time for lunch. Todays sandwich menu featured luncheon meat with a touch of HP. And there was also chicken. Both delicious and very welcome. A coffee from the flask and a ten minute rest.


Onward ever onward we ploughed on and on.

Queen Camel, Yeovil.

After a while we began to see signs that read, Weymouth. And not too long after that we arrived at our second call. Sheila, our customer, is a lovely lady and we’ve collected her machine for service a few times before this time. Always nice. Always pleasant. Always asks about our trip down.

We carried her machine out to the van and confirmed we’d be back next Wednesday, as arranged. We waved our goodbyes and set sail for Manchester – centre of the universe.

After motoring along various lengths of A roads with all sorts of roundabouts and junctions every five minutes, we drove up the ramp to the M5. The traffic was light and steady and the sky remained blue and soon the Bristol Channel came up on the horizon.

Slowly, surely, there was a fade to grey and the grey became black. Entering our ‘home patch’, marked by Keele Services, we knew we were on our final leg of todays journey.

Another journey completed.

Singed Crumpets

The following Wednesday and the return leg. Freezing cold weather has rolled down from the north. At Steve’s, the crumpets were rather singed at the edges. I said nothing and munched on. Before too long we were motoring down the M6. Signs for Stafford came up – and then the dreaded ‘Congestion’ notice lit up overhead. Lane closures and 45 minute delays… Ah well. We sat, we waited, we chatted our chat about sewing machines and embroidery machines. Finally, it was our turn to edge through the bottleneck and push on.

We returned both multi needle embroidery machines to our two ladies. On time. On target. As always. We are always true to our word. We learned that from Dad.

During the journey we received two email enquiries to service a total of six more Brother PR670e embroidery machines. One from a local chap and another from a lady in Essex. Although we are based in Manchester, Steve and I regularly travel the length and breadth of England, Scotland and Wales. We only draw the line at addresses inside the M25 – nightmare traffic, congestion, fines etc. etc. etc. And we don’t go to Cornwall – it’s just too far. Other than that, no problem. So if you have a Brother PR embroidery machine that requires service or repair, phone the Bamber Boys. We’ll be happy to help.

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