Last year we went to Peppa Pig World and our son loved it. Our girl was too young to enjoy anything there really and we were held up quite a lot because we visited Paultons Park at the weekend, so sometimes there was an hour queue just to get on Miss Rabbits airplane ride. Which lets be honest, isn’t really worth the wait, even to our little ones, who may love Peppa but certainly don’t love to wait.
This year we visited during the week. It was the Tuesday of our holiday and we were so excited to take our kiddies there. We wondered whether our girl would be really excited to be on the rides and whether our son would be able to go on more things now he’s a year older or if he’d enjoy it even more than last year.
Both kiddies knew we were heading to Peppa Pig World while we were driving there and both didn’t stop reminding us for the entire journey. As we pulled up to the gates and drove along the winding path down to the carpark, all four of us started to cheer and do the Mexican wave. Already I could see this year would be better than last. It makes me so happy when I see our kids so over the moon.
Even though our littles were a whole year older, they were both still free. We watched as another family had to return to the ticket office because her son was just a little too tall to qualify for free entry. My knees started knocking together because I was a little nervous that the same would happen to us. But he’s still a good inch under their height guide.
The first ride we queued up for was Miss Rabbits helicopter ride. This was where our first tantrum of the day started. Our boy wanted to go on the red helicopter and as I leaned forward to let him know we have to see which colour helicopter we get, he hits me. That was it then, he was not going on this ride at all. Mr F, the soft touch said I should let it slide, but I’m quite firm when I’ve decided a discipline, I stick to it. So there we were at the front of the queue and as the ride operator opened the gate we all just walked right on by with a screaming boy in arms.
The kids then spotted the play area so we took them into there. It felt a little silly that we’ve just paid to enjoy the rides but they wanted to go on things that they could go on anytime. It shows how easy toddlers are to please, with all the Peppa Pig rides in the world they’re happy on a swing and a slide. I felt a little itchy in there though, so I said to my boy if he wanted a tractor ride and we snuck off by ourselves. Nobody knew we had gone and it was nice for him and I to have a ride together, making friends again after he socked me one.
This photo was taken the day before. I did snap a few pics while we were there. My favourites were of them hiding in the lockers, which were the perfect size for my children. We could have locked them in there all day, but instead we let them hide in there and freak out random passers-by.
We left the decision of what to go on next up to the kids. Georges dinosaur ride seemed to be the overall favourite so we hopped on. Mr Firstooth went on alone. I’m sure last year we saw lots of dads going on alone as mums went on with the kids, so my way of getting him on there was to say that ‘all dads did it’. Not one other dad went on alone. Just him. I had our boy, while my mum had our girl and he followed on behind. Thoroughly enjoyed it he did too.
We went on every ride in Peppa Pig world and the kids really enjoyed it all but us adults felt it was time to venture further into the park. We rode the train first and then wandered around to critter creek. We didn’t see much of this area last year because our children were just too young to go on most of it and we would have felt a little silly taking it in turns to go on a ride individually.
In Critter Creek there’s a caterpillar rollercoaster which is aimed at older children. It’s a ride for kids that are too small to go on the larger rollercoasters, which is perfect for my little boy. I did wonder whether he’d be too small but we walked right on. We sat together with my dad behind and waited for it too start. I must have sounded like such a nutcase because I was concerned my son would hate every second and be frightened so I kept saying in a loud squeaky voice that this is ‘so much fun’. I was going way over the top about how much I was enjoying the ride, but it worked, he really enjoyed it and wasn’t scared at all. He enjoyed it so much that he dragged his daddy on for another ride. His dad and I were so proud of him, he’s our ‘careful’ child, the one that assesses most situations for risks involved, but he took us completely by surprise and our hearts could have burst.
After Critter Creek Mr F and I ditched the kiddies with my parents and had a wander around the adult rides. The good thing about going midweek, again, is there were no queues at all. We managed to squeeze in three rides in about five minutes. We laughed actually because one of the rides only lasts for twenty seconds. Imagine queuing hours for a ride that’s over in a blink of an eye.
Before we went on our first grown-up rollercoaster I felt very nervous. I’ve not been on one since long before our son was born and although I knew what they were all about, I just felt a rush of fear through me. Even as the ride had just begun with us safely strapped in, I grabbed hold of Mr Fs knee and declared I didn’t want to do this, I needed to get off. Then twenty seconds later it was over and I suddenly had a bit of an addiction to going on them all countless times. My screams however, could still be heard from the carpark.
When we met up again with the kids and my parents, we wanted to cram as many rides in as we could before we left. We went on a little safari ride and this was the ride which we bought our traditional family picture from. You know when you’re on a ride, if you squint, you can see when the cameras are coming up. So you pose don’t you? We knew where the camera was and we were prepared for it. As soon as that flash went, I couldn’t wait to see the result. A picture of our happy little family as a memory from the day.
The only problem, was the picture itself. No matter how perfectly timed it was.
I looked lovely. My hair looked amazing, I was wearing sunglasses like a celebrity, my skin looked tan and none of my chins could be seen. I was the only one to look this way. Mr F was smiling for the photo, but the bar from the car we were in completely blocked his face. Our girl had her eyes closed and my boy just looked a little vacant. I’ll post a picture on Instagram for everyone to enjoy. I really enjoy it. Mostly because this is the first photo from a theme park where I don’t look homeless.
We all had a lovely day at Paultons Park and it was strangely nice to be reunited with Peppa Pig again. But I don’t think the day was quite my parents cup of tea.
Once we left we had one thing on our minds, and that was food.
There was a Harvester on the way back to our caravan site and from what we could remember it’s the perfect place to have a family meal. Or it used to be, they’ve changed everything, their menu, their ordering, the salad bar and I hate to say it, but their food quality has really taken a nose dive too. You’d think that’d be what ruined our experience there, but it was actually my two children, who behaved like a pair of drunk baby goats. They destroyed our table, they sung, they danced and they cried. It was a meal I will never forget, for all the wrong reasons.
Once we wrangled the baby goats together we left. Leaving a path of destruction behind us. And a table of half-eaten food.
That was our Tuesday in the New Forest. I’d really recommend taking kiddies of all ages to Paultons Park, but booking online to save a little money. It’s a great place to visit and much more fun this year without the queues and the chance to explore the rest of the park. I wouldn’t recommend the Harvester. Not that particular one at least.