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.
I was half expecting to be digging up physical clues, but obviously that would be completely ridiculous and also it’s 2020, not 1952.
Hobbledown describes itself as an “adventure farm park”, but I feel like that almost downplays its brilliance.
This month, check out the exhibitions you missed pre-lockdown and make the most of the great outdoors with garden trails, treasure hunts and al fresco art.
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.
A brilliant Coronatime activity, given that it’s outside and easy to stay really far away from everyone.
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.