Here Fishy Fishy
I honestly feel like I’ve just been mugged by the London Aquarium. The Munchkin suddenly has an obession with all things aquatic. Possibly a young Jacques-Yves Cousteau in the making or maybe just a 2 year old who enjoyed Finding Nemo - who knows what prompted this sudden fondess for all things wet ? So off we trek to the South Bank, mother-in-law in tow to go and find outselves some “Big Sharks”.
Late opening we had to queue outside for 10 minutes while the staff finished their cappuchinos and the fish prepared for their homosapien house guests. It cost a total of £37 for us to get in - praise the lord for free entry for the under 3’s and the mother-in-law’s OAP status, otherwise we might have been on the blower to Carol Vordermann for a quick loan. 40 minutes later we had emerged from our subterainian adventure more than a little underwhelmed. Yes, there were lots of fish. Yes, they were well cared for. Just very little else. Nothing interactive, not buttons to press, only a poor old sting ray to stroke. The only things on offer - face painting and novelty photograph taking, did little to aid a small persons enjoyment of the place only to help make the parental purse a lot lighter.
Maybe the Munchkin was just too young - I’ll give them that, but I honestly felt embarassed that this is one of London’s premier tourist attractions and none too proud of being a Londoner.
Unless they’re seriously into the deep I’d give this one a wide birth if I were you.