We went to Legoland again last Thursday, as Daisy’s school was closed for polling day. So were most of the schools in England though, and most of the parents had the same idea, and our queue had a computer failure.. might have well as gone at half-term like we did last year for time we spent queueing to get in, though in truth once we were it was a lot less busy, you couldn’t swing a Lego cat in there last year, and the waiting times were a lot less than they were. By the end of the evening (they stayed open till seven and we stuck it out) you could walk onto some rides without waiting.
The first thing we went on was The Dragon – it pooters through a sort of cave for a while before you go out in the open air and the cars seem to be climbing some sort of steep hill — AARGH! ROLLERCOASTER!! FEAR!!! — and that was pretty much it for me going on big rides. Mum and Daisy went on one and got wet though.
We went lots of other things, though, as unlike last year I have broken the magic 1.0 meter height-mark (if you’re less than that and you can walk, don’t bother going, there’s very little you can do). I liked the driving school best (I lapped most of the other contenders) and then there was a sort of racing video game (very heavy steering, my extensive practice at Mario Kart Wii wasn’t much help) and flying spinning helicopters and play areas and a picnic .. At first I found the Fairy Tale boat ride a little scary, but then we decided it was just a bit weird, as was the Giant Spider Spinning Web ride, which seemed designed to make you feel aphid and afraid.
The mini Lego cities I really liked – all that James sized transport tittering about, little boats and trains and cars running on wires and timers: one lad had marched over the railing and was standing in one of the mini town squares, towering over the buildings like Boyzilla, while his mother fairly hissed at him to try and get him out without shouting so loudly it would attract attention. He seemed to be under the impression he had accidentally and blamelessly wandered off the track and into Siena or Vienna or wherever, then again we all know that trick.
And home: I was wired, Daisy was tired, she slept the whole way back and straight to bed when we got home: I had a nap in the car, then sat watching the cars on the motorway all the way home and stayed up as long as I could, not wanting the day to end.