Friday, January 18, 2008

A Great Weekend at Center Parcs - Longleat

Last Friday the lovely man in my life and I picked up grandson number 2 from school and drove on to Longleat. It didn't take long to get there and for the last few minutes we drove through thick snow before we joined a queue of cars waiting to check in. The fir trees looked quite exquisite as their branches became covered in huge snowflakes.



It was very difficult finding our villa trying to avoid all the people who were walking all over the roads holding umbrellas over their heads and not looking where they were going. We couldn't see the signs as they were covered by falling snow and the roads were steep and slippery. But we got there in the end.

Villa 907 was in a good position half way between the Plaza and the village square so it was fairly easy to get to the main places quickly. The door you can see in the picture was our front entrance. We had a lovely view through the huge redwoods.



The grandsons, son and daughter-in-law went swimming twice a day and they loved it. We all enjoyed the jazz brunch and helped ourselves to lots of lovely things to eat. I only wish we had been able to do what I saw many others doing, that is, eat a big, cooked breakfast and then, a little later, continue with a cooked lunch with puddings and endless drinks! There was a great and extensive climbing play area which was hugely enjoyed by the younger members of our group.



We were greatly excited by the falconer who entertained us for an hour in the freezing cold, rainy Sunday evening in the middle of dark woods sitting inside a wooden shelter. He showed us several owls and flew them, although not for long in the rain as it is not easy to fly when your wing feathers are wet! We all enjoyed his talk and the children were riveted to the antics of the owls. The high point was when all the children held out their gloved hands and Eddie, the tiny owl, flew from one to the other all along the line. Grandson number 4 was so excited he couldn't keep still and wanted to ask lots of questions.

Darling husband was very proud to be picked by the falconer to help - even though he looked a little startling in his hat pulled down over his head. I think he had one of the longest helping jobs of the whole session and he did it beautifully.


We were all exhausted when Monday morning dawned and yet the swimming party still braved the Rapids after their delicious breakfast in Cafe Rouge. I'm ashamed to say the my lovely m-i-m-l and I just spent the time sitting watching the new guests arrive.