Museum of English Rural Life, Reading

I’m am ashamed to say that I judged a museum by its title. The Museum of English Rural Life (abbreviated to MERL) just doesn’t sound too exciting unless you have an unhealthy attraction to farm yards. I grew up in the countryside and my first word was ‘tractor’, you’d think I’d be the target audience; but I just wasn’t sold . . . it’s nice when your wrongly negative assumptions are blown away.

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Bath Postal Museum

I love receiving letters. In a world of instant communication there is something dramatically gratifying about being able to attach a stamped picture of the queens head to a piece of paper and it seemingly magically still makes its way to the desired destination. I had never heard of the Bath Postal Museum, but I thought ‘well why not’ and popped in; what a gem.

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Museum of Eton Life

I’d have just as much chance of getting into Eton College as Hogwarts. In fact, in real life Eton College feels quite magical, with ornate grand buildings that loom magnificently along the high street. It has gained a reputation as being for the elite, a maker of MP’s and teacher of the aristocracy. The Museum of Eton life provides an insight into this world, how it started as well as some of its interesting traditions.

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Salisbury Museum

Covering 500,000 years of history in a small space is not an easy task, but unperturbed, that is what Salisbury Museum sets out to do; admittedly it focuses on some time periods more than others. But it does it well, incorporating archaeological finds of national importance alongside some truly local bizarre treasures . . . well at least one giant one anyway.

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Timber Museum, Forks

In recent years Forks has probably become most famous for the Twilight series. If you are to believe the internet it was supposedly chosen by the author as a home for vampires after she did a search for the rainiest, gloomiest part of America and was pointed towards the Olympic peninsula. But Forks wasn’t built on vampire hunting tourism. It was the trees that drew people there, and information about this is handily summed up in the quaint little timber museum. Continue reading “Timber Museum, Forks”

Hiram M Chittenden Locks, Seattle

‘We have to go to the Chittenden Locks tomorrow’, I was told by my Auntie Lucy, who I’m staying with while I visit Seattle. ‘It’s amazing, there are osprey and sometimes seals and there are nesting belted kingfishers’ and the exciting list emphasised by her enthusiasm went on . . . ending with, ‘and sometimes there are logs’. I laughed at this point, I’ve never heard such excitement when talking about logs. Continue reading “Hiram M Chittenden Locks, Seattle”