After Seaworld we headed off to see Peter, a friend of Thomas'. The first day we spent slobbing around his house then hatched a plot to stay with them the following night. This we duly did, and had a lovely time with them on the Pacific beach at Oceanside. All three girls GREATLY enjoyed boogie boarding and so did Thomas. E: "Fun with a capital F". It was thoughtful and sad time on Sunday night knowing our fleeting visit with Peter was almost over.
We had hummed and hah'd long and hard about the time to spend at the temple of American culture known as Disney. In the end we plumped for three days at £500(!). We'd already booked a hotel near the park at £80. We revealed the fact we were going to the girls at 8am on the Monday to much excitement. I think that they have many friends who have been to the Florida one, and they already had a lot of ideas about what to do.
We got to DW at 10am and entered the fray. It is really two parks - and we'd bought tickets that allowed you to swap between the two. I think Tamsin and I had naively expected the park to be quite empty in the off season. WRONG. It was HEAVING by 10:30 and got worse. But, they do a lot of stuff right. Suffice to say we queued, rode, ate and watched with the best of them. The family favourite was "Thunder Mountain" (aka the runaway train) which Harriet was *just* big enough for.
We had a disaster on the second day in the other park ("Californialand" or something) when we decided to go on the big wheel that had weird rocking and sliding gondolas. Elizabeth worked herself up (quite rightly as it turned out) and ran away and I went to be with her sin ce she did not want to wait on her own. I persuaded her to go in the non-swinging gondola and she then proceeded to wail all way round the wheel. you think you have made it then it goes round again - which upset her once again as she thought she had come to a stop.
This was nothing compared to the genuine terror Tamsin, A and H undergoing in the other gondola. By all accounts is swung wildly and Abigail was absolutely terrified, this rubbing off on to T and H. I think H was OK, but Tamsin and A were in pieces when they finally got down. Apparently the moment they realised they had to go round again was the worst!
A nice gently merry-go-round restored confidence.
The third day was the best, much quieter and we knew our way around. I could rattle on
about DW for some time - the food was OK, the crowds massive, the hatsgenerally silly with two ears. But we did, in fact, have a good time!
Amazing.
The drive to Glyn and Lindas was long and dull. LA traffic has to be seen to be believed. 8 lanes of dense traffic.
We hated gardening when young, now we find we love it. We are the Surprised Gardeners. Our efforts are watched over by our NZ Lamb, Erica. This is all about Erica's Garden.
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