Some of might think that a load of wood inside other wood is boring. Others might think that a museum where you could be forgiven for thinking that the owners paperwork and filing was part of the exhibits might be a tad dull. But for me the best bit was the smell that took me back to grandads shed - a heady mix of manure, stale varnish and dry rot. Ranks with the pencil museum in Kendall and the thermos flask museum. Unforgettable, if you know what I mean.
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