We had a Hairy Otter experience once at an aquarium, but today was the Harry Potter real deal. The otters just swan around, admittedly they were very cute, but didn't hold our attention for three hours, unlike today's experience.
Bundled into the car once more, sandwiches, minced pies and fizzy pop in a plastic bag, and we were set for a magical day out. Apparently by the fifth time I'd sung the first few bars of the Harry Potter theme tune, it was getting a little annoying. Well I guess the family had a point, we were still only in Chesterfield. Was that going to deter me? Hmmm.
We arrive, we scoff at the car parking guys sunglasses, we scoff our sandwiches in the car park, secretly hoping everyone would eat enough not to have to pay for overpriced junk food in way too much packaging, we make our way to the door. We navigate the complicated ticketing system which we had apparently created ourselves by pre buying a ticket to help reduce queuing. We then join the end of the queue to get in, I'm sure the queue had grown 20 car loads longer in the time it took me to exchange my queue busting ticket for a ticket, queue singing the HP theme tune to lighten the mood. Thankfully there was the set for the cupboard beneath the stairs to distract from the queuing. Not the singing as was apparent from the received threats.
We are corralled into a room full of posters, we wait in this holding pen until there are the requisite number of Potterites present. We go into a cinema and watch a funny little film of the three main characters. Pretty cute. Then...the screen lifts and reveals the door of the great hall, very cool. We shuffle into the great hall, decked out for Christmas, listen to a talk and are let loose into the rest of the exhibition.
It was all very impressive, and magically, no one got hungry and all I had to buy were four glasses of butterbeer.
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