17 days ago I visited Watatunga Wildlife Reserve as part of a West Norfolk Autism Group delegation for what should have been assemblage of mental health related charities, and blogged about it the following day. My mother was impressed enough by my account of the day to decide that when she and my father visited me this weekend before they head to Australia for several months we would visit the place ourselves. This post looks back at that visit.
AGE DOTH NOT WITHER NOR CUSTOM STALE…
There were several important differences between my two trips – the first time I travelled round in a trailer, this time round we were in a buggy (I commented while we were on our way there that these buggies looked a little like they had been built using Quadro, which was an exaggeration, but not massively much of one. They have no sides, and the roofs do not provide full coverage either. They bounce like crazy whenever the surface underneath is rough, which is quite often. The weather was inclement, and although my seat was wiped down before I sat on it, and I was given a poncho to shelter my legs I still ended up with slightly damp trousers. Also with the clocks having just gone back it was darkening by the time we finished our trip, and pitch black by the time our taxi arrived to take us to King’s Lynn station, from where I walked home while my parents travelled south. However, for all the issues with our mode of transportation, the weather and the encroaching darkness I enjoyed this visit as much as I had enjoyed the previous one, even though they were so close together.
PHOTOGRAPHS
Here are the pictures I took that came out well enough to keep…
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