This teeny-weeny ancient looking building perches just next to the train station and look barely big enough to stand up in. It's quite apt then I guess, that it sells miniatures and dollshouse bits and bobs. And we're talking tiny bits and even smaller bobs.
Having never seen the store actually open before (seriously idiosyncratic hours, but they're open by appointment too, I've learned) I squeezed myself in to the two squishy rooms, filled floor to cobwebby ceiling with unbelievably tiny miniature animals, toys, anything a dolls house might need. I guess. Never had one myself. There's a mix of old and new, with a crate of books out the front, and some antique bottle gathering assorted dusts under a cabinet. Oh, and a crocodile teapot of remarkable ugliness. I don't know why.
Oddball. And not for anyone over 5'8". read more