Go Kart Park

The Go Kart Park.    The place where the Euros fall from your pocket.    Easily.   But a treat for the children, and better than the smelly and overcrowded water parks.    This was a treat promised in Spring, a trip to Chessington in fact, which did not materialise, but remembered once we were all down in the south of France.   

So off Walter and I went, with Lucy, Jackson and Isabel for an afternoon at the Go Kart Park.

First a picture on the winner's stand.    No one had yet to venture onto the go karts at this point.

 Lucy in the driver's seat and Isabel giving advice from the passenger's seat.   I hope they can see out of the very small opening in those helmets.

 And Jackson looking very professional in his go kart.

 Off they go, whizzing around the track.    The last time I had a try, everyone laughed because I drove so slowly.

 After a couple of sessions on the go karts it was time to try the quad bikes.    These were a lot more difficult to drive than they looked.    Very stiff to turn the wheels apparently.   Isabel was too young, but was not keen anyway.   And I do not blame her.    My heart was in mouth just watching Lucy and Jackson.

 And off they go, too close for my liking.   But they both managed very well.

 And finally a couple of hours in the soft play area.    Lots to do there, and relatively stress free for the grown ups.

We sat in the shade.   Or rather Walter Sat on a chair and I used the lounger.   Every now and again a fine spray of water came out from the pipes over head to cool us off.   This was to keep the parents, or grandparents, happy, I think.

Interestingly there were mostly grandparents with grandchildren at the park.    Spoiling their grandchildren, like us.    No doubt, they like us, could never afford to take their children to such places!