Another blast-from-the-past, Firs Villa was mentioned on my first tour, accompanied by some wobbly
hand-through-the-window shots. And, like Myland, I’d managed to either ignore, to fail to get inside, every other
No so this one, and I was soon standing inside.
It was simple and airy. A spine corridor served a number of individual rooms (which all looked out onto an
airing court) with a large airy ward to the end of the building. There was absolutely no chance of getting lost
in here, but it was worthwhile having a look.