Glory Hole

My grand parents used to have a room in their house called the Glory Hole. This was a room that was full of junk - bits and pieces they didn't use including where they hung a freshly killed chicken (they kept chickens), behind the door. I used to go in there as a small child and be scared to come out as I have to turn the handle with a dead chicken hanging there.

This lady's shop in Stockbridge reminded me of the Glory Hole because it was a space full of junk - or treasure!!