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Housing Exhibits

See how the villagers of New Lanark lived by exploring our Millworkers’ Houses. The reconstruction of an 1820s Millworkers’ Home shows what housing would have been like in New Lanark just before Victorian times, with ‘hurly beds’, company dressers and often 10 or more people to a room! The 1930s Millworkers’ House by contrast shows what housing would have been like just after Victorian times, a period still within living memory.

You can also explore mill manager Robert Owen’s House – the only house in New Lanark to have more rooms in it than people! See Owen’s original desk, the books from the New Lanark Reading Room and the elegant furniture of Mrs Owen’s sitting room.

Robert Owen's House is open from 11am daily (not 10am)

New Lanark Millworkers' Houses

A typical example of Millworkers' Houses at New Lanark


New Lanark - Robert Owen's House

Inside mill manager Robert Owen's House at New Lanark

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South Lanarkshire Scotland
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