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Suddenly, as the hall is divested of its collections I am reminded of the strange emptiness left in a room when the Christmas tree, with all its finery, is removed. The light and colour reflected from the curiosities and exotica of our museum, which has been so captivating over the last few weeks, has been packed away into boxes...
And finally, after all the anxieties and spelling corrections, after the boxes of exhibits piled up in the hall and most of the downstairs furniture banished to Nancy’s bedroom, after assurances and reassurances and numerous panic attacks, finally the hall is open again to the public after 250 years.
As we get closer to the opening of the exhibition in November things seem to be beginning to fall into place, almost as if they were meant to be…
Tiptoeing into the secret places of my own house in Bristol, peering into the undusted corners and examining the forgotten shelves I realise there are collections everywhere.
It’s probably nearly two years – possibly even longer – since Karen and I first mooted doing a project in the house where I have lived with my family for the last 15 years. My two daughters have grown up here and have now both left for pastures new. The house holds many lovely memories for us...