This was my husbands favourite place until he became ill with advanced dementia, sadly now in a Nursing Home. He was a weeking visitor as he colleted Spite Fires and pictures of them. His one love apart from his career. The last time he went he came back with a WW1 helmet, complete with a dent, possible a bullet. There are 3 floors, but no lift, you can buy anything from an egg cup to an Antique. Don't miss the fabulous place
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