TBRP goes to Flamingo Land
With Friday being the wettest day since the big bang it was nothing short of miraculous that clear blue sky and sunshine appeared on Saturday morning. People started arriving at TBRP from 8:15 onwards and before you knew it there was a day out waiting to happen. The coach had turned up, we had got the provisions for the journey and everyone was ready to go. Apart from a slight hold up waiting for someone who shall remain anonymous everything was going to plan. There were fifty people on the road to Flamingo Land and spirits were high, banter was exchanged and treats for the journey enjoyed. Friends and families all on top form.
We arrived just after 11 and a short queue later we were in. People split into various groups and ventured off to find their own day. The group I was with first came to a ride that really didn’t appeal to me; too much spinning round generally results in projectile vomit for me. I gave it a miss but gleefully watched others’ torment. I believe Amy was affected so much she was slavering like a mastiff and shared it with everyone else on the ride. The next ride we came across was ‘enjoyed’ by all of us. I have to admit that the photo evidence shows everyone waving their hands with big smiles on their faces whilst my head and hands are firmly down. I think I dropped something. As we walked around we periodically bumped into other groups and found out what they had been up to, what to look out for and what to avoid. The rest of our group headed off for the extreme rides whilst the sensitive, cultured members looked for something a little more decorous. What we actually found was a two hour queue for the log flume, in our orange ponchos, only to get to the end and discover it was being suspended for safety reasons. Sensitive, cultured and decorous were not words going through my head at that moment. Truth is we had a good laugh while we waited, saw some lions at play and it gave us the chance to work on our patience. We were in good company and made the most of it, blitz mentality I think. My overall feeling was gratitude for a great day with some great people.
We eventually headed back to the coach and got everyone else’s stories about their day. Everyone had a great experience and it was genuinely heart-warming to see the smiles on people’s faces and hear about their adventures. Some had hit the extreme stuff and had an adrenaline fuelled day. Others had been to the zoo and taken a more leisurely approach. The kids that came were beaming and many had prizes to take home (Later on I saw Mark and family in Tesco pushing a trolley with a three foot flamingo stuck on the front of it).
I think that, as with most recovery trips and activities, the real beauty of days like this lies in seeing ‘better.’ Seeing people get better, seeing families have better relationships, seeing better aspirations and better results. For a lot of people the trip wouldn’t have been possible twelve months ago. Today they can go, take their family and feel good about who they are and what they are doing. Another great example of visible recovery. All that and a day out in the sun, wonderful.
We were only able to enjoy this day out due to the fantastic fundraising carried out by Halifax Ladies Circle and so a massive thank you to Nicola Regan and her colleagues for their efforts.