In 1994 we took Tom to the zoo for the first time and he loved it. He has always been fascinated by animals. In fact at his first school parents' evening, his teacher told us that he was doing really well but it would be great if he could try not to relate everything to crocodiles.
Whilst he enjoys some aspects of being back home, it is always hard to come back to having to tell someone where you're going, when you will be back etc. Plus moving from a bustling capital city to a sleepy village is bound to be tough.
So he asked for a day out to the zoo. The weather forecast promised rain, but it actually only rained for about 40 minutes. We saw a real lion. Not like the one in the news lately.
We spent a long time watching the fabulous penguins...
...and thoroughly enjoyed our visit. My favourite of all was the "depressed" orang-utan, who never let go of his/her comfort blanket, a piece of sacking, even hanging on to it by the feet whilst eating.
We came home with a very happy son.
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