I'm not sure what I feel about
after my second visit at the weekend.
Who is buying the
Denby and Woods Beryl Ware china
(aka Anglican china)
and ostrich feather dusters?
They aren't cheap here, but elevated to museum status
in their meticulously contrived vintage setting,
they exert a curious pull.
The fact that the same things can be found
down the road in one of the many junk shops
at half the price means that people must be
willing to pay through the nose for
the scent of the real open fires and dusty floorboards
if this oddity is to survive.
His window dressing is pitch perfect,
the attention to detail obsessive,
but the place has a haunted,
not a happy atmosphere.
It reminded me of Dennis Severs' house,
another time capsule experience
dominated by the personality of its creator.
I went in with my camera,
and wandered about in a slightly hypnotic state
but came out empty-handed into the chilly street
with a feeling of relief.