We took the small boy round the London Wetland Centre to see the ducks yesterday.
He was very excited in the car park.
“Car! … Car!”
“You just wait,” I said, as we walked over a wooden bridge, past a statue of Sir Peter Scott, the great ornithologist and founding member of the Worldwide Fund for Nature.
“Bus!” he cried, delighted, as we passed the 283 dropping punters off from as far afield as Acton.
“That’s right,” I said, “and now we’re going to see the ducks!”
Silence round ‘Wildside’ amongst ducks, geese and a pair of discarded antlers from one of the resident red deer.
Then, “Tractor!” the small boy points excitedly at a vehicle a mile and a half away across a distant field.
Silence round the ‘World Wetlands’ where we saw coots, black-necked swans and a plaster of paris model of a crocodile.
Two cups of tea and a piece of cake later, back to the car park. “Car! … Car!”
Next week-end I’m planning a trip to our local used car dealership.