Cuming Museum

I must have walked by this place, oh, say fifty times… fifty times two minus seventy-​five times that is. I never went in, no never until one fated day…
I brushed through the thicket, crickets squawking angrily as I brushed them aside. No one was around. Leaving the deep, dark day behind, I forayed into uncharted territory. The natural architecture of the place was nice. Pretty stained glass window. I foraged further. Inside the museum itself, I found plenty of little interesting items to study: an 19^th century English dentist cap studded with real teeth, a Maori nose whistle, Queen Victoria’s old shoes, and more. The island itself was small, but packed full replete with items of great anthropological interest. After looking at the items, came a room filled with Southwark history. Apparently, an explorer had been here before me. His or her notes taught me many an interesting bit of information. For example, Charlie Chaplin was born in Southwark.
The way in which this place had been arranged and the content of what one could find here was of the finest quality. I hope to make further expedition into this strange and alluring land so that I may more fully appreciate its worth.