Rymill and Son's Doctor Who Emporium

The Emporium is looking rather splendid this week. There are ribbons draped across the shelves, a few curious decorations hanging where they probably shouldn’t, and somewhere in the distance a familiar melody is drifting through the shop. As ever, one conversation leads quite unexpectedly to another, and before long the boxes are eager to reveal their latest treasures. The Travel Trunk is the firs...

The Emporium is bustling this week. There are plans afoot, projects underway, and the faint smell of soldering iron and old videotape hanging somewhere in the air. Before the boxes are opened, conversation turns to future endeavours. Gavin is preparing a video celebrating the work of the great Michael Ferguson, one of Doctor Who's most accomplished directors. This leads naturally to a discussion o...

The Emporium is a little quieter this week. The wine bottle remains firmly corked, which is probably for the best. One of our number appears to have enjoyed rather too much celebration the previous evening, though, in fairness, they had an excellent reason. Naturally, this leads to an unexpected discussion about the theme tune to Give Us A Clue , before a tale emerges involving a member of the tea...

There’s a slightly celebratory atmosphere inside the Emporium this week. The glasses have been polished, the cork has been persuaded from the bottle, and somewhere between the shelves and the boxes comes the unmistakable sound of three men raising a toast to listeners scattered across the globe. The shop, it seems, is busier than ever. And with that, the boxes begin to stir once more… The Post Box...

The Emporium seems a little fuller this week. More voices in the corners. More curious objects left upon the counter. Someone has clearly been rummaging through the shelves after closing time… though whether they were looking for something, or leaving it behind, is another matter entirely. Still, the lamps are glowing, the kettle is on, and the boxes are beginning to stir once again… The Post Box...

The door is easier to find this time. Or perhaps it’s simply that you remember where it ought to be.... Either way, the Emporium is open once more, its shelves quietly shifting, its contents rearranging themselves as if in anticipation. There are stories waiting, after all… and not all of them are entirely where you left them. From there, the boxes begin to stir… The Post Box  opens onto a ra...

The bell hasn’t rung. The door may not even have moved. And yet, somehow, you’ve stepped inside. This first excursion into Rymill & Son’s Doctor Who Emporium begins, as all good journeys do, at the beginning… or at least, several beginnings at once. Who are your hosts? What curious paths led them here? And what was it, exactly, that first made them hide behind the sofa, peering out at a univer...