So.
This is a bit like the stories you wrote when you were ten.
Detail, detail, detail then you ran out of time and finished it off in one sentence (but never coming out of a shower it was all a dream because that was lame even then)
We redid all of the major rides. Or at least I did.
Ste went on most of them again, once he had his stomach back under control.
I have no photos of the minor ones... just because they fit into the landscape and I didn't think this through. Would love to go back and take more pics and so write less words, but I'm getting this out of my system enough I reckon.
Bar/ restaurant mid-afternoon. Ste had gone to the loo. He was gone ages, so probably a poo. What? I've had to hang around the Gents in many insalubrious places because of this. So I sat and checked my photos and gloated over my official ones. Trust me. You would not get a seat in this place on a hot day in August. They sell beer. The bar alone would be five deep.
Bye-bye park.
Twilight in Thorpe Park.
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