Center Parcs - Much later.
So I've decided that I'm going to cut my trip to Center Parcs short. I've been here at least a dozen times, and each time had progressively less fun.
I don't know if it's because I'm becoming too used to it, or because I'm maturing as a person, but for some reason going to the Plaza and 'braving' the Wild Water Rapids for ten hours straight just doesn't seem enjoyable anymore.
Many would say that there are plenty of things to do at Center Parcs, like go to the sports center, or paraglide, or get a massage or spa treatment. Go to the pancake house. These are all commendable and, probably, entertaining ways to spend one's time. However, nearly every activity at Center Parcs requires money. Bags of it.
I am in dire financial straits as it is without the added strain of dropping 80 on a facial. I'd like to, but I need to show some self-restraint.
So in a few minutes I'm hopping into my cousin Jane's car, and we're journeying back to Dorset together. Yay.