Scooter is 5 today and we are at Gullivers Land in celebration.
We spend the whole day accompanying the eldest three on every ride in the park. There is much “woohoo”ing and general delight (apart from a rather damp ride on the Log Flume which Squiggle and Pixie are less than impressed by)
We go on a bone shaker rollercoaster. As we get off, Pixie reprimands Hub:
“Daddy, you were driving too fast and I bumped my head” she tells him indignantly.
Later, we have a go on the sky cycles.
“Do you want me to go?” says Hub.
“No, I can manage”, it’s only a children’s ride, after all, how hard can it be.
Well, much harder than it looks, as it turns out. I am only half way round the track and I have turned purple and have reached a temperature only a few degrees less than the surface of the sun.
It takes a ridiculous amount of time to complete the circuit, by which time, a small procession not unlike a funeral march only with much less dignity, has built up behind me.
The ride operator suggests that she return to the Vet Cars, the other ride she is operating, so that “people can recover”, looking pointedly at me.