It turns out to be quite a small affair, but packed with interesting objects, many of them modelled by mannequins that have themselves evidently sought asylum, perhaps from British Home Stores.
There's nothing quite as creepy as a mannequin that looks as if its mind is elsewhere...
(NB: One of these figures is not a mannequin.)
It was also possible to go into a padded cell (albeit open on one side), and to examine medical and mortuary instruments of yore. Some of the tableaux had an unsettling randomness. Why, for instance, would you put a boardroom table, phrenological head, video display about medical mattresses and a stuffed badger in such close proximity in your deconsecrated church?
Would the Science Museum in that there West Kensington ever dare assemble a collection of medical and anatomical knick-knacks in such pleasing disorder?
No chance of getting this enema syringe and nose and throat spray mixed up - no sirree...
But my favourite is perhaps this mortician's "coronet" - used, apparently, for getting the tops off skulls (you know how awkward they can be), much as you might the top off an egg ready for dipping your toast.
Altogether a fun museum - and well worth the free admission!