On not picking a lane

We went with the grandbairns to the Scottish Deer Centre this morning. An amazing place. First, they have deer: red deer, reindeer, hog deer, muntjac deer, and loads of other breeds. And they have Scottish wildcats, otters, and birds of prey, and lynx and wolves.

They also have a miniature train, a play area, a cafe and a shop. And a double decker bus, tractor, fairy wood, treetop walk, soft play area, go carts and funny distorting mirrors. And a crepe van in the woods, and a bomb disposal lorry repurposed as a chip van (see above) and a massive dinosaur skeleton and a decommissioned buccaneer fighter plane. 

It's a mad collection of stuff, most of which has no obvious connection with deer. It's hard to imagine the thought process which led someone to think a double decker and a fighter plane would help improve a deer centre. We spent half the time coming round the next bend in the path and asking ourselves: "Why the heck is this here?"

As a result it was, of course, brilliant and stuffed with happy families and a great time was had by all.

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