Jo, you've woken a long dormant memory.
Visited it years ago as a teenager when I was about eleven or twelve. We were cycle touring as a family and little sis, aged four or five, rode in a tiny little sidecar attached to Dad's pushbike. Sis was convinced she could see real little people in the houses. (Maybe she could.)
I must put it on my list of places to see again. Alma would love it.
I wish we had a photo of that little sidecar, it was made by Watsonian, who made real adult sized sidecars, and was black with fancy gold linework and a sprung wheel. A proper carriage for the little princess. Sometimes she would fall asleep on long journeys, but not often as she didn't like to miss much even then ;-)
Gyppo