There was a tricky moment for the team at Bentley Wildfowl when a group of us were found waiting for the train down at the Glyndebourne Woods stop. Three toy trains peeped past, steam blowing, packed with families, and one large group of birthday party kids went whooping past, but none of them could stop. Each driver saw us, reached for his walkie-talkie, and then yelled assurances that they would be sending another train out now, from this platform and to just hang on. As promised, an empty train complete with driver clad in navy blue overalls and plenty of seats to choose from arrived in moments. I am happy to report that we made that 5 minute journey back to the main stop. Phew. It was touch and go if we’d make it back for a while.
Elsewhere, there are cars. Lots of cars. Some big old ones that would make you feel like an extra in Boardwalk Empire and the Tribant were personal faves. For the little ones though it’s always a tad disappointing not to be able to touch or indeed sit inside them, so maybe downplay this aspect of the trip, and head swiftly to the outdoor playground.
The house is pretty, although not quite as lux as you might expect if you have a National Trust membership. The gardens though are lovely and we found a good spot tucked behind high hedges for a private picnic. As ever, I would recommend bringing your own food, as the café is pricey and there were far too few salad, falafel and hummus options for my taste…Brighton as ever you spoil me.
Thank goodness though for the toy train. Not only did we all thoroughly enjoy the drama of getting stuck, but the staff were enthusiastic, the trains peeped and blew steam (yes, just like flipping Thomas) and we all felt just the right side of silly whizzing round the tracks of Bentley Wildfowl. Peep, peep indeed. We shall be back.
