I’d be lion if I said I didn’t have dog scents…**

It was a weekend. Looong Sunday hours stretched before us and, typical impossible-to-please ten-year-old, Clare was bored. “What can we do?” she kept asking. I’d make a suggestion. “No, that’s too tiring/boring/babyish/I’ve seen it/been there/haven’t got the clothes for it…”

Eventually I ran out of suggestions. Something that we could do… I looked at the bus standing next to us at the traffic lights.

“Come to Westershire Safari Park!

Holiday time