Digger
Legoland being so close, you’re not really properly a Berkshire family until you have your annual pass. We acquired ours a couple of weeks ago when we went to the Tumble Tots summer party; determined to get good use out of it, we made a spur of the moment decision to go again yesterday, as we really had nothing else to do. All three of us are really, really bad at just sitting around and doing nothing.
The weather on our previous visit had been threatening rain, and we now realise that this kept the crowds at bay. Yesterday was such a beautiful Indian Summer day, and the place was heaving. We labelled Bernard with a Lost Parents sticker and told him all about the importance of stopping when we say stop, and holding our hands, and so on. He’s reasonably good at that sort of thing, within the limitations of any two year old.
On the whole this visit was much better than the last one, when he was not really on top form, and we made the mistake of lingering in Miniland where he fell in love with the model of Newcastle and never wanted to leave. I am happy that he feels his northern roots so strongly.
Pictured: our second attempt to get him on to a ride for over 3s. Last time, he shamed[1] us by sitting in a lego car and making no attempt to steer it, although he did press the pedal to make it go forwards. Without the benefit of steering, this is unhelpful. This time, he was drilled in the art of claiming to be 3, and then allowed to drive a digger. I have a short movie, featuring the voices of two older boys in the queue laughing at his ineptness. He was indeed as adorably inept as a two year old on a three year olds’ ride is entitled to be.
- by shamed, I mean he made us melt with adoration at his beaming face when the ride supervisor sat on the car and helped him to steer round the track [↩]