Feeling really fed up. Last week we had to abandon a day out at a theme park for DD's birthday because it was so hot and crowded we were all having a miserable time. After only three rides, when faced with 80 minute queues to get on anything at all, DD was quite despondent and just wanted to go home. We left, took her to a quiet country park with a decent play area on the way home and promised to make it up to her with another day out soon.
Bank Holiday arrives. Nice and sunny - I have the bright idea to take her to a local-ish wildlife attraction. It was bound to be busy, but it has lots of shade and is very spread out. We've been before in the summer holidays and it was fine. So we gave it a go. Parked in the "overflow car park" (a field 15 mins walk away, which didn't bode well), then queued for 20 mins to get in. DH wanted to give up and find somewhere else to go at this point, but in my wisdom I said no, it'll be fine once we get in.
It wasn't fine. It was bedlam. The first thing we saw was a row of stinking portaloos with a queue of about 20 people. Clearly the proper toilets in the cafe were not up to the job. Then we saw the throng of people in the cafe courtyard and picnic area and my heart sank. Our plan was to have our picnic first, then ditch the bags and stroll round the wildlife bit. We found a small patch of shade on the floor in the middle of the crowd to eat our picnic, were plagued by wasps, and watched with a sense of doom as more and more people poured into the entrance gate. There were huge queues for the toilets, cafe and ice cream kiosk. There was even a long queue to get through the gate to the wildlife enclosure.
After lunch, we gave DD the option to stand and wait for a turn to get through the gate, or go home. She was hot, fed up and generally peeved by the whole experience so chose to go home. She's now sprawled in the nice, cool, living room with the windows open, playing on her console. DH is sprawled on the bed with a fan on, reading his book. I'm in the garden under the shade with a G&T, wishing we'd just done this in the first place. We'd all have been happier.
I know, I'm a mug. Never again. Sunny bank holidays in future will be spent in the back garden. If pressed, I will stretch to somebody else's back garden.