At Weald Open Air Museum

“It’s a lovely day for walking,” Frances smiled.
“All sunny. All lovely!” Jessie piped in, and then, as though startled, “What is this place?”
“It’s a museum,” said Lew, ominously.
“There’re lots of old houses close by. From all different periods of English history! And a blacksmith shop,” said Frances, trying to muster interest. “After we walk a bit, we’ll go look at the animals. Kate’ll like that.”
“You go on and enjoy, darling,” said Lew, patronizingly. “We’ll see you in the caff.”
“What is all this exactly?” asked Jessie, who did not know what to make of the place.
“Like I said, Mum, it’s an outdoor museum,” I said, patiently but not very helpfully.
“Outdoor museum? I prefer to be inside, meself.”