somewhere in cornwall. It's dedicated to displaying all the crafts and techniques the net-draggers of yesteryear used in their centuries old sea harvesting, its basically a museum to a lost art when there was no engines and you feared the sea with a healthy respect rather than just plowing through it with a massive engine. But no, always the fucking beach so I get sand in my arse crack and my packed lunch
also it covers all the preservation and post-catch industry used to keep pilchads saleable over distance