Another restless night
unfortunately. But at least today there was no one else in the guest
house to whom we had to be polite. As we scoffed a rather good Full
English we watched the deer in the distance from the conservatory
window.
We were soon ready for
the off. We went (via a few geo-targets) to Banham
Zoo. Many years ago when holidaying in Felixstowe with the fruits
of my loin we had a day trip to Banham Zoo and I could remember it
being a really good day out. So seeing it was only half an hour's
drive (or so) away we thought we'd have a look-see.
By the time we'd finished
geo-mucking-about we arrived at the zoo shortly before mid day. I was
initially shocked at the cost; forty quid to get the pair of us in
there seemed a tad extreme but in retrospect we got our money's
worth.
There were all sorts of
animals there; big and small. And you could get up-close with a lot
of them. The meerkats were really good, as were the mongooses
(mongeese?). The otters were noisy. the lemurs were sweet. The
penguins were all on their nests. "er indoors TM"
took a really good video of the giraffes which was marred only by my
declaration (toward the end) of "Christ!!! - Look at
the size of that zebra's cock". Perhaps I am naive but I
didn't realise just how well endowed the average zebra is.
We had a cream tea and
watched a cheetah devour half a cow's leg. Then we walked round the
place again. The zoo was laid out in such a way that for all that it
is not huge, it seems a lot larger than it actually is. We'd been
there for over four hours before realising there were camels and
tigers.
I went there thinking it
might be a good way to spend a couple of hours; we were in there for
over five hours. We only left because the place was closing.
We came home thinking
we'd pick up a few random geocaches on the way back to base, and that
we might find a pub for dinner as we drove. We found several random
caches including one quite a way up a tree (and another Wherigo
too) but we didn't randomly find a pub. So instead we took a
recommendation from our current landlord.
The Shoulder
of Mutton in Strumpshaw is an odd place. I walked in and took an
instand dislike to the thug who was falling about at the bar whilst
shouting obscenities. They I saw the barrels on the bar from which
the ale was poured directly. Bearing in mind that time was pushing on
and that we were hungry we stayed and had cod and chips. The food
was *really* good, but of all the places we've visited over
this holiday so far, this place is far and away the worst. Leaving
aside the fact that the waitress couldn't keep up, this place needs
to decide what it is. At the one end (where we were) is a
haute cuisine restaurant. At the other end the thugs are competing to
see who can shout the F-word the loudest. You can't successfully
cater to both markets....
I
took loads of photos today, once we were back at the guest house
I popped them on-line as we slobbed about what I have come to see as
our personal lounge. I
took a few photos of the place.
Apparently some other
normal people are staying. I'm told I shall meet them soon... I'm not
sharing this lounge.
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