We were going to the zoo– how could we not sing? Spurs Fan, Nana, Grandad, me- without consultation, we broke into song at different times of the day.The fact that it drove the girls mad only added to the fun.
It had been years from I’d been to a zoo and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I missed some bits, and the camera battery ran out, but my favourite bits were the penguins, the giraffes and, oh, the butterflies.
The butterflies. I have no photographs of the butterflies, but mental images of vibrant colours, the gentle flap of wings, magic. They flew all about, lightly landing on us and off again, like dozens of little kisses. I could spend the day just there.
When everyone else was walking miles to see bugs and beasts, I spent a while sitting down with coffee and some Red Velvet cake. I don’t have a pic of that either- it vanished too quickly.