Bishop's Castle Railway & Transport Museum
The Bishop's Castle Railway & Transport Museum was set up in Bishop's Castle in 1989 to preserve remaining artefacts from the railway. The museum is staffed by volunteers from the Bishop's Castle Railway Society.
In July 1999 the museum moved to its present location but its development was badly affected by a fire in October 2000. Following an effort to salvage the building and artefacts, the museum reopened in Easter 2002.
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