Living in Manchester we are very lucky to be near many parks, gardens, historic houses and beautiful parts of the English (and Welsh) countryside. We have lots of 'family fun days' around the North West. Daughter has been lucky enough to visit so many places she can't always remember the names. She makes her own up such as 'The Crazy Golf Park' (Walton Park), 'The Pirate Maze' (Red House Farm) or 'The Steam Engines that don't move' (Quarry Bank Mill - the engines are ones that power the looms). Last weekend she wanted to go to somewhere that she couldn't remember the name of so the following conversation ensued:
Daughter: Can we go that park we've not been to for ages?
Me: Which park?
Daughter: The one with the goats.
Me: Do you mean Wythenshawe; the one with the farm with pigs and cows?
Daughter: No! Just goats! It just has goats!
Me: Who did we go with?
Daughter: With Sarah, but a very long time ago.
(That narrows it down then!)
Me: What else is at the park?
Daughter: Ice cream!
(Again, not helpful)
Me: What else did you do there?
Daughter (getting more frustrated by the minute): I PLAY ON THE LOGS!
Me: Oh, you mean Dunham?
Me: Yes, we can go there, but just one thing sweetie; they're not goats, they're DEER!