Climbers and Creeper is at best now a glorified bus shelter for those days when rain wasn’t forecast but it pisses it down anyway.
Our waitress was adorable and even offered to cut up Babu’s croissant when I was busy feeding the baby.
You can’t help feeling a little bit like you’ve gatecrashed a toddler birthday party, no matter how nice and friendly the other parents are.
The ball pit was almost constantly occupied by a small clique of under-ones, all wobbling around like Weebles on an 18-30s holiday.
The ship is a time-warp; less artefacts in glass cases, more “let’s pretend it’s 1950 and you’re a petty officer in the Royal Navy”.
We ended up staying for 2-3 hours and Babu even asked for extra time at the end – her golden seal of approval.
Babu, being a complete weirdo, gravitated towards the chest of drawers containing various gruesome artefacts.