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.
There are A LOT of planes, including one with teeth, another that says POO down its side and some really cool early wooden warplanes.
Imagine your mum mate has sacrificed the bottom two storeys of their mid-terrace for their kids’ amusement and that’s basically what you have here.