Started in the 1920s in the back garden of a residential house, it has survived through the years by charging an entrance fee and using the money for charitable purposes.
I first visited when I was about five years old and it has undergone several changes since then. I am pleased that the policy now seems to be to return to its original time era of the 1920s/30s.
To the right: the village crossroads. The road is being repaired by a steam roller which runs up and down the street.
The canal basin with a pair of coal barges locking down. The edge of the working fairground can be seen.
The nursing home with a resident at the front door walking to the car and in the background, two men discussing the sports car at the old stables.
The detail is engaging. It is very rewarding to look carefully at the models. If you peer through the church window not only do you hear the choir singing but you can see them all in their stalls.
The Oxford Blue coach on the left contains passengers and each one is a character.
The airfield, having spent a period as a more modern establishment, has now returned to its original 1930s era.
Throughout the village pervades a lovely sense of fun and mischief. It was never meant to be taken seriously; a claim which belies the effort applied for its realisation.
Here we have the race course with the punters and the bookies watching as the horses reach the post.
But in the foreground we can see a policeman in hot pursuit of a bag snatching thief.
Wordplay is never far away.
And in this village green scene the painter's mate standing at the bottom of the ladder from time to time leans forward to kiss the woman in blue whilst his hapless mate at the top hangs on for dear life.
Bekonscot. If you are near Beaconsfield in Buckinghamshire you must visit.
Not only is Beaconsfield famous for this model village but also for a long time resident: Enid Blyton and thus the birthplace of Noddy (1949) closely followed by the birth of another famous author, Martin Lloyd.