We go to Wicksteed Park. When I originally suggested it last week, I told everyone that we were hoping to be there by 11.oo. Yesterday, I revised it to 12.00. We actually arrive at 12.30.
Pixie can get up to the top of the big whizzy slide, that the first two could climb until at least 3 1/2. It must be partly a case of necessity in order to escape the other two. By this reckoning, Tumble will be a national champion.