Well, I have to admit that The Tar Tunnel was a great success.
As the guide leaflet said, it is a low-ceilinged, brick-lined tunnel with tar oozing out of the walls - no more, no less - but Wilson seemed to love it, pointing out all the specially-gooey oozy bits to Antony.
W did get a bit of tar in his fur, but the nice lady in reception said that happened all the time and cleaned it off.
W was a bit disappointed that he couldn't buy a souvenir bottle of tar (or Bottle-o-Tar as he insists on calling it) in the gift shop, but he bought some postcards, a stick of rock and a badge instead.
For myself, I thought it was alright. But then, I had banged my head on the ceiling a lot more often than W had!
Wilson poses with Antony inside The Tar Tunnel |
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