For the last two years we have been to visit Father Christmas at The Christmas Adventure, Stockeld Park. This year we couldn’t get to Stockeld Park (I can’t drive till Christmas because of my c-section and we can’t all fit in one car) so I started to look for options closer to home. I considered Bents as the Christmas displays are fantastic at Christmas and they even have reindeer . . . but I was disappointed that they don’t have a grotto and that actually Father Christmas walks around the garden centre meeting and greeting children – I rather thought that was lacking in magic somehow so continued my research! After asking some fellow bloggers in the area I settled on the idea of going to see Father Christmas at Tatton Park – a few people said they’d either been or heard it was nice and it appealed to me as somewhere we could make a bit of a day of it.
We paid our entrance fees – the best part of £30 for three adults and two children – I rather resent having to pay £6 per an adult, it’s not as though we’re getting a present from Father Christmas is it? Anyway that’s by the by. We joined the queue to see Father Christmas immediately knowing that the waiting time would only get longer! The queue is through a marquee providing shelter from the elements and entertainment in the form of a ‘French’ clown. We queued for approximately half an hour – which didn’t seem too bad really (aside from the fact that both kids were quite hungry). They were both very patient – especially as we hadn’t really told them what they were waiting for.
|Amy slept through her first meeting with|
the big man!
When it came to our turn a friendly lady took us through a curtain into the grotto. Chloe all but burst into tears and pulled backwards, she wouldn’t set foot in the room so just stayed in the doorway with Aunty Nic. When Father Christmas asked Ben what his name was he announced “I’m Ben and I’m 4 and a quarter”. He told him what presents he’d like (a remote control helicopter and some Lego), Chlo wouldn’t speak so between us we agreed that Chloe and Amy would probably like some surprises. Father Christmas was lovely, he asked Ben what school he went to and such like and really took his time to chat to us, we didn’t feel at all rushed. Ben & Amy had their photo taken (Chlo steadfastly refused to go anywhere near) and then all three children were given a present.
|We were impressed that the presents were age appropriate – Ben was thrilled|
to get a lego type toy, Chloe a kit to make finger puppets and Amy a bath toy.
Father Christmas done – next stop food. Because it was now so far past lunch time we didn’t feel we could do anything else but succumb to the burger van that was parked within the farm area (Dave will never turn down a cheese burger anyway) – of course this wasn’t cheap so I shared a hot dog and chips with Ben and Chloe. Poor Chlo wasn’t too impressed with the chickens that were wandering freely around the area – I think she was quite scared of them and also worried they would steal her food! She kept telling them to go away.