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Ahhh Good ol' Knowsley Safari Park. Many a happy childhood memory there. Mainly, if I am honest, these consist of getting lost and trying to find said safari park, eventually happening upon it as Dad's irritation began to peak.
There are two kinds of visit to Knowsley: either the animals are about and you get the shit the beat out of your car (cue worrying tilting of car and scraping noises); or you drive the entire park and see nowt but the odd pheasant.
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