First things first - the museum itself is rubbish. Quite literally. It’s a room filled with a big old load of tat. Including a section of old cafe-style coffee makers - which is essentially like going to a low-rent local auction house where they’re having a bankrupt stock sale.

The tea-room itself is far better quality than it appears. We plumped for the official cream tea - which was a touch pricey, but came with scone AND cake. The scones were a little on the small side, but beautiful - soft, warm and fruity. Cream was ample and jam was strawberry. Cakes, too were moist and full of lovliness.

Tea was served in china pots. Loose leaf (the holy grail!) with a strainer. Choice of teas offered - I chose ‘tea room blend’ and Richy went with the Assam. And the best bit was the tea was delivered along with a miniature timer, so we didn’t dive in and drink the tea before it was brewed to perfection. Class act.

£7.00