The cats were of course all absolute babes, with favourites including Maine Coon brothers Jack and Jasper, and a Devon Rex called Trixie, who I’m obsessed with.
Cafe
90 minutes can be a long time when your little one is posing as the owner of Sailor’s Diner but refusing business to everyone who dares to attempt entry.
Infinitely more civilised than letting your toddlers squabble over bricks at your nearest LEGO store.
Worth every penny and every second spent dragging my 35-month-old child and my 39-week-pregnant bottom to Peckham for.
This free-flow workshops was perfect with its floor-based activities, including boxes to rummage in, costumes to try on and materials to create with.
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.
The sort of group you’d look forward to all month if you didn’t live so bloody far away it might as well be on Pluto.
Nice, helpful staff, a very chilled atmosphere and ultimately a bit of expensive day out, though totally worth it.
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