Mistley Place Park

Many people will go a long way for a Full English.

This is not to be confused with a Full Monty, believe me.

Today we drove out to Mistley on the Stour estuary to Mistley Place Park, a very much homespun and rather ragged at the edges, animal sanctuary.

All manner of animals live there and spend time milling around together.

It has a cafe where a pretty good Full English Breakfast can be had. The restorative power of this is not to be underestimated when one has small children who wake early. We met up with some friends and their children and had a great time climbing on hay bales, sitting on tractors,

admiring Indian Runner ducks (one of may favourite kinds of duck),


climbing on old tree trunks,

and wondering just where the bacon in our breakfasts had come from...

It is a lovely place. A slice of normality in a sometimes overly-homogenised world.

Frank had a ball.