Rymill and Son's Doctor Who Emporium

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 universe that was, by turns, thrilling, terrifying, and utterly irresistible?

From there, the boxes begin to stir…

The Post Box creaks open with whispers of The Daleks’ Master Plan, that most elusive of stories. Missing episodes, tantalising recoveries, and the ever-present question: how much of the past can we truly hope to reclaim? And if we never find it all… what then?

The Memory Box glows faintly with the light of early television sets. Flickering screens, unreliable signals, and imaginations doing the heavy lifting. Mike was there at the very start, watching it all unfold in real time. But memory, like time itself, is not always to be trusted… do we remember Doctor Who as it was, or as we’ve quietly improved it over the years?

The Tool Box hums into life with the arrival of a Polyphase Avatron, because of course it does. But before long, attention turns to something equally magical: film itself. In a world of pristine digital clarity, there remains a peculiar joy in the tactile. Film reels, records, tapes. Film is fabulous, after all… and perhaps it always will be.

The Travel Trunk bursts open with recent adventures: Paul and Mike spending a day in the delightful company of Sophie Aldred—and more Ace jackets than strictly necessary—while Gavin finds himself in London alongside Peter Purves, among the first to witness the remarkable return of long-lost fragments from The Daleks’ Master Plan.

And so, with introductions made and memories stirred, the Emporium reveals just a hint of what it contains. There are more boxes yet to open… more journeys yet to take… and, one suspects, more than a few surprises waiting patiently on the shelves.

After all—this is only the first visit.

Do mind the door on your way out… if, indeed, you can find it.