I step through the door and immediately feel I’ve entered another dimension. Crockets the Ironmonger is an Aladdin’s cave of wonderful and wacky things. In fact, I’ve already forgotten what I’m here for. Suddenly I’m distracted by the array of dazzling cooking utensils and a rather intriguing ‘over boiling preventer’ – a particularly good invention for someone like myself… a somewhat forgetful chef.
Everything, everything and more
Besides the baking trinkets, cake bling and kitchen utensils, the first floor offers up a seemingly endless cavern filled with the gardening tools and contraptions of every variety, lawnmowers all in a row ready to roar and walls brimming with drills, a selection of door knockers and even bathroom accessories.
And there’s more – electrical goods, household stuff and a million things that quite honestly I don’t know what it’s for.
Upstairs it’s even more intriguing. I’m greeted by posh wellingtons and horse riding equipment, fishing gear – complete with impressive looking rods and all manner of paraphernalia.
It’s not that I don’t know these types of things exist but specialty shops like this open up my eyes to what I’m missing.
Gismos, gadgets and whatchamacallits
And somehow in the rush of it all the mundane search for a vegetable peeler comes flooding back to me. At last I remember exactly what has led me into this Tardis-like shop with the widest and wildest selection of goods I’ve ever seen all in one place.
So if you’re not quite sure what you need but are happy to get lost in the myriad of gismos, gadgets and an assortment of wonderful thingamabobs, get yourself to Crockets.
Forget what you came for and discover all those things you didn’t even realise you were missing.
– B
About a City 