The Great Cheddar Heist

Thanks to Google Maps, the estimated journey time of 35 minutes to reach Wookey Hole from Akubra Towers turned out to be completely wrong, and so Blue and I arrived half an hour later than planned. However we were not the last to arrive, as Sky was lost somewhere between the M4 and the caves. That'll teach her not to bring Hoot to navigate.

Without too much further ado (but with much silliness) we bought our tickets for the Great Cave Tour, and joined the next group. I had forgotten (and it was probably for the best) what the tour was like. Think bad cabaret jokes

The caves themselves had everything a Hobbling could want. Deep, flooded sections that had not been explored, a wicked winking witch that ate children, a demented monk that tried to season the children with Holy Water (that may not have quite been the intention), stocks of cheese locked up in a dungeon and an evil manic laughter that permeated the caverns, making small children scream in fear.

Any suggestion that Myo may be the wicked winking witch of Wookey was entirely someone else's idea. However plausible it sounded.

Alas, we were not allowed to explore further to answer some of the questions we had. Like "Why was the cheese store not locked?", "How did that cheese get under Indy's hat?" and more importantly, "Where was the clone-o-matic kept?"

Instead, we moved outside to the Valley of the Dinosaurs, which merely raised more questions. Such as "Why would anyone build and assemble several dozen dinosaur s out of fibre glass and leave them outside Wookey Hole caves?". And "Why is King Kong here too?" Sky demonstrated how a bad King Kong should be chastised, which is going to come back and haunt her one day in the caption compo thread.

The Fairy Village was just surreal, although one way to keep Hobblings occupied is to hang shiny things from a tree. Worse than magpies, they are.

Skittles and Blue took a turn at papermaking. Skittle's attempt was, I have to say, far superior to Blue's.

The Mirror Maze showed why I should never be a parent. I couldn't help it. The sight of a small child running full-pelt into a mirror cracked me up (although, fortunately, not the mirror). Much fun was had in the Victorian Arcade, with the old penny operated games.

We wandered down through the village to the Wookey Hole Pub, and enjoyed a surprisingly good meal there. The local fur ball came to say hello, but for some unknown reason suddenly decided to leave us before lunch arrived.

We decided Wookey Hole had had enough Hobblings for the day, and we drove down to Glastonbury for the afternoon.