It's just down the road to Slimbridge Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust. Can't say I've ever been very interested in either wildfowl or wetlands, so we didn't drop in until the last day, and then only in the hopes that we might find some fancy soaps in the shop.
Having actually parked and gone in, we decided to stay after all, and we were glad we did. On a fine day there's something Garden of Eden-ish about the flocks of friendly birds, who seem to be entirely unafraid of people. It's well landscaped, and also clean (I was expecting duck poo everywhere). We spent hours there.
The people working there obviously love the place, and are proud of it, and care about the birds, too. We very much took to this particular duck. I don't remember what it's called, but it was a brisk, bossy little bird which liked pushing all the other ducks around just for the fun of it.
A black necked swan posed amidst the pampas grass and sumac.
Alas, the cafeteria let it all down. It was almost sold out by lunchtime, and the food was motorway service station standard. They should use locally sourced food in accordance with their ecological principles, perhaps, and it would benefit local people too. Still, there was a good view of a flamingo pond, nnd.the ducks appreciated the leftover sandwiches.
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