The gallery itself is run by a set of trustees and voluntees were there on the day to man the sales of poastcards and books. Unlike the staff at Charleston, who had a haughty air of just about allowing the public in to see such hallowed ground of the Bloomsbury set - the men at the desk at the Fry were charming and slightly of the 1940's. Gentile, polite and friendly and clearly in love with the work on the walls. It was so lovely. I soaked it all up.
After staying for about an hour, we headed to the nearby park and maze, then a walk round the town to see the buildings, buy a drink and have a meander. Its a lovely little town Saffron Walden. We didnt see it all by any means. It has some beautiful architecture and reminds me heavily of a mini Salisbury - so I felt very much at home. Plonk a big cathedral in the middle and it would have been spookily so like home!
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