For Keith and Little J, this trip was their first day out at Legoland. When Z was younger, we had season tickets and went at every opportunity. I had it all planned. Get there as early as possible, walk as quickly as we can to the bottom right hand corner (The Knights Kingdom) and make our way around from there. I did contemplate paying the extra for their fast-track scheme known as Q-Bot, but with prices starting at £15 per person, I thought we would chance it. After all, the entrance fee isn’t cheap either. I found a special offer on Facebook, which gave the four of us entry for £120 (plus £5 parking).
My plan sort of worked… the queue for The Dragon was only around 10 minutes, but those 10 minutes gave me enough time to realise Little J may not enjoy the experience much. My Little scaredy cat has recently taken a dislike to heights, going fast and anything remotely “scary”. Against my better judgement, I convinced myself he would love it as soon as it started….
BIG mistake. He clung to me with white knuckles the whole away around and kept telling me how much he wanted to get off. As you can see, he was less than impressed when we got off and was then determined not to go on another ride or trust me in any way. Not a great start.
I was then wracking my brains trying to remember the rides he might enjoy. The Viking River Splash maybe? – after he saw people coming off wet, not even worth trying. The big wheel? Would not even entertain the idea. I was beginning to think I had ruined the day.
We decided we were in need of a cup of tea, so headed over to what used to be the pirate corner of Legoland – now transformed into a much pinker affair. Under my recommendation, we settled at the show area expecting to see the much loved pirate adventures – instead it was a Princess screech fest, only tolerable for a couple of minutes. I’m sure I would have endured it if I had a little girl, but on this occasion, I could quite happily walk away without any protest from the men in my life.
Determined to get Little J back on a ride, we walked around to the safari jeeps. Now it was time for Z to protest – you just can’t win!
Yes, we’re rolling!
Filled with new confidence, we made a bee line for the driving school. The queue was around 45 minutes, during which I had a pine cone thrown at my face and scratch my sunglasses – now is the time I wished we had brought the Q-Bot.
Little J attentively listened to the driving instruction….
….and eagerly awaited his chance to make a run for it to the red car.
Even though Little J sees me driving more than his father, he definitely takes after Keith behind the wheel – tailgating, causing crashes and upsetting the ladies!
Not wanting to rock the renewed confidence, we headed towards Duplo land. This is when I wished I had read the website before setting out. Duploland is now more splashland. To avoid disappointment, I recommend taking a swimsuit and towel – or remortgage and buy a lego one from the conveniently placed shop right beside the splash zone!
Luckily I was saved by the very enticing playground.
We were now into the very tired zone, so decided to head back to the Viking area to feed the boys before heading home. I always remember the food being reasonably priced, hence why I insisted on not making a picnic… times have changed unfortunately.
All in all, I didn’t feel Legoland was as value for money as it used to be. Whether it was because Little J was scared stiff all day, or whether it was because Legoland has gone down hill since 2006, I don’t know. I won’t be rushing back in a hurry though.
Don’t get me wrong, we had a good day. The model village is still amazing. It is still worth visiting, but it is pricy!