I am the…

Meet the Overstuffed Walrus, emblem and central display of the Horniman Museum in Forest Hill.

As well as absolutely exquisite apothecarial gardens (learn all about plants for healing, dyeing and eating), there’s a beautiful conservatory, a ghoulish range of suitably spooky ninetheeth-century taxidermy (look out for the half-a-bat), fish, bees, mummies, voudoun altars and an unparalleled view of the London skyline.

Like so many places outside the city centre, it’s undersung, and undervalued.

Go pay it a visit. It’s worth it for the walrus alone.

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