Anybody would think we'd been sat on our bottoms at home ever since we came back from Alsace, but that isn't true. But I don't think a description of how we went on the railway replacement bus from the Angel to Seven Sisters, and then back all the way home on two buses would have been very interesting. Nor was taking the Boy round railway bookshops and then lunch at Nando's. Nor do I particularly want to write about the day I spent learning how to drive the motor home more confidently, although that was fun, too. The car had broken down, which meant we had to go to and from Sussex by train; it felt quite like old times to see my father waiting for us at the station!
However, today, being that peculiarly British institution of a Wet Bank Holiday, we decided to go to the London Wetlands Centre, which is run by the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust - we have been to their sites in Arundel and in Caerlaverock. As we needed to change our gas cylinder at Homebase, we drove there, and as we had printed off our tickets before we left home, we were in very quickly.
The first thing we did was have lunch - sandwiches and chips, yum - and then we set off down what is called the South Route, past a very great many children's playgrounds and exhibitions showing what the centre was all about. There were also several hides looking out over the lake, where we saw swan, coot, tufted duck, moorhen, gulls and various other birds.
By the time we walked back to the main entrance, I had had enough, so I sat down with a cup of tea while the Swan Whisperer went off to explore the other wing of the site, which is where the various home-bred ducks and wildfowl from other parts of the world live, and he said there was an otter, too. I, meanwhile, was entertained by friendly robins and jackdaws: