It was a not-so-lovely THIRTY-SEVEN DEGREES on the day we visited, which is literally the same temperature as a living person’s insides.
It’s a castle but, I’ll be honest, we were only really here for the playground, which is also a castle.
Hobbledown describes itself as an “adventure farm park”, but I feel like that almost downplays its brilliance.
They’ve been arranged in a smallish enclosure, almost like a dinosaur zoo, which makes it pretty hard to miss any and also pretty hard to lose any small children you might have with you.
Actually the kids loved it, because why wouldn’t they? No one had tried to sell it to them as a brasserie and member-centric family wellness spa.
I went along with being made to feel like I was really lucky for being granted entry when really I just wanted to tell her to shove it up her bum.
This was the first actual thing we’d done since mid-March and we’d basically forgotten what fun was.
Big, bleak, beautiful and very zen, as long as you ignore the whinings of your bored three and a half year old who isn’t putting up with anymore of this “walking in nature” bullshit.
This Tudor-palace-meets-Art-Deco-mansion might look like it’s in the arse end of nowhere (and ok it kind of is), but it’s still only in Zone 4!
Babu immediately had an activity book and absolutely massive bag of toys thrust into her arms.