There are three floors of exhibitions in this gallery. Art appreciation is objective; we go to modern exhibitions regularly - we are not traditionalists. For us, one involved an artist on a personal ego trip including an obsession with his own phallus. The second was much more to our taste with a combination of photographs transformed into other media including wool worked into revolution and oppression. The third was a mixture of things to come into the museum and was something and nothing.
Not good enough for us. The only upside was that our ticket to the castle was good to pay for the lift back to the city (we'd walked between them - a great stroll on a sunny day).
Own or manage this property? Claim your listing for free to respond to reviews, update your profile and much more.